Just as I was getting excited about the sunshine and starting to believe that Summer really was on it's way. We head to the park to play. In long sleeves, double sweatshirts, hats, and gloves. Something about that really doesn't scream warmth. Add on that we got rained out of the park. I'm beginning to feel very done with Spring and ready to move on to Summer.
As you can tell the cold weather didn't bother Preston much. He was bundled, so maybe he just didn't mind. Or perhaps it's because he was just unwilling to admit the it was slightly chilly in fear that I'd make him go home to play inside.
Remember the huge slide, I mentioned before? I got a picture this time. Can you believe that Preston is actually climbing that? Every three steps is taller than he is! Boys will be boys, I guess.
But as the rain started to fall we gathered up our stuff and headed for the car. Poor little Preston still wasn't ready to leave. A little rain never actually hurt anything. But that doesn't mean that I wanted to stay and get soaked.