Tough-n-buff. Rough-n-stuff. Puff-n-huff. And so goes another afternoon at the park. Though primarily a concrete jungle, with slides and swings and skateboarding kids and scooters, a dachsund called Felix, a doll-baby in a stroller, a toy frog named Froggie, and a passle of not-yet-two-year-olds named Sylvie and Ahmad and Alice and Bernardo and Oscar and Rowan and Milo, the site known as Our Park has enough puddles and gardens that are still buds and tiny sprouts and stray balls to keep Milo far from clean.

And his parents from ever actually finishing the laundry.

May 1st. 5 days away from 17 months old. May Day May Day! Bubble bath, band-aids and "Ba's" would be nice. Or a mountain of meatballs and watching movies about back-hoe's on Papa's computer. E-I-E-I-OOOOOO.