In the summer, the park that we normally visit becomes even more lively and entertaining when the splash pad opens up - because what could be more fun than a great big concrete oval with freezing cold water shooting out of it? We've been twice in the last few weeks and Frances is understandably cautious. She pretty much prefers to stand back and watch the gaggles of wet and wild children (and to try to steal their beach towels when they're not looking).
Inspecting from the sidelines.
Modeling her pretty minnie mouse sun hat and cover up.
Work it tiny girlfriend.
The first time I let go of her hand was on the sidewalk in front of our house. I thought she patter three steps ahead and then turn around and come barreling back. Instead she just kept going. She'd probably be halfway to Toronto if we hadn't scooped her up. It's the same every time: brave baby on the run and mamma, both proud and a little teary, trying hard not to ask time and growing baby to slow down.
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