Another walk

Mason and I spent another afternoon exploring our favorite park, World's End.

running around the bench

the hunt for the perfect rock...for the day

the Atlantic Ocean

always a stick

yeah! the leaves are coming back

he no longer walks...he RUNS!

YES! another rock

examining

time to go

Hot day

Last week we had a day that reached into the high 80's. After a long winter of cold weather, 80 degrees meant sprinklers, swim trunks and outdoor fun. I managed to get a couple of picture, before my camera battery died.

Cute baby belly.

puddles are found, even without rain
muddy water and his new truck

A day at the farm

To me one of the greatest parts of being a parent, is to see the world, everyday things and events, through the curious and excited eyes of a child. I have to admit, I had been excited for weeks, waiting for the opening day of a local working farm. Mason has been practicing his animal sounds and the thought of him seeing and hearing the animals and their sounds, in person, was more than I could take. I knew he would be thrilled and I was so excited, for him. So opening day came and it was a beautiful sunny day. With Mason in his jean overalls we headed out, for what would be a great day at the farm.

The view of the farm from the road

his first peek at chickens

Comet, one of the four horses

two goats. Surprisingly, the one with horns is the girl

more chickens

Cows. Moo was Mason's first animal sound

He points like this, when he sees something he wants you to look at. Adorable.

The barn

more chickens

he got to touch this one

inspecting the tractor

making sure everything works

it's good

Mr Rooster

he loved the cows

Miss Goat

petting the goat

it was a great day

Worlds End

This past weekend, we continued our exploration of all the great nature preserves that are in the area, we now have a new favorite...Worlds End. This 250 acre preserve is a peninsula that stretches out into the southern portion of the Boston harbor. The morning started out a little grey with drizzle, but by the end of our walk the sun was shinning and our sweatshirts were no longer needed. Of course, Mason loved the walk. The paths are old carriage trails that are wide and clear and free of tree roots (tripping hazards for Mason), but full of sticks and rocks.

Boston Harbor

on the hunt for the perfect stick

perfect...a rock and a stick

look at my great rock

It makes me smile