Sunday Funday

This past Sunday we decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather (And the fact that as heathens living in the Bible Belt, you can enjoy solitude just about anywhere that's not a church on Sunday mornings.) and we loaded up and headed to the park. I must say, this time Taylor had a LOT more fun than when we took her last summer; this time she was even excited to climb on the equipment as opposed to sitting and playing in the gravel. Seriously, this kid was a blur climbing, sliding, running. I was ever so thankful that Jody came along, because there was no way I would be nimble enough to keep up with her on my own.

The only thing about visiting the park is that it is in fact a free, public domain. Any old creep can come right on up and you have literally no say-so. Enter the meth-head family. After we'd been there for about 10 minutes this super cute little boy appears with the most jacked-up looking family I've seen in a long time. Mom was probably in her twenties, but only had about 4 teeth left. Dad was in his late forties (or at least looked that old), and rolled up in a cab. And then, the piece de resistance, dear Uncle who was loudly arguing on his phone with his mother that he didn't answer her call the prior night because he was passed out drunk. Then he continued to tell her that because he was an alcoholic now (I guess this is a recent development?), he passes out drunk every night. Yeah, they were charming to say the least.

The only shot I could get that wasn't of the back of her head as she was running away.

Tunnel rat.

See? The kid was a blur.

The only time she would let Jody ride with her on the slide. My little Evel Knieval preferred to go it alone, and even managed to climb up to the top on her own.

Aaah, back home. Have you ever seen a more sinister looking giggle?