An afternoon at the park

Time at last for a much anticipated update on baby fluffy's progress. He returned from New York with the ability to crawl and an improved pitching action which enables him to play fetch with himself and opens up the possibility of a spot in the Mariners' bullpen come 2027. He can pull himself up to standing position with the help of furniture and enjoys a spot of run-run-running, if you would be so kind as to hold his little hands. He smiles at everyone and makes new friends wherever he goes. And, without wishing to jinx it, he seems to have rediscovered the simple pleasure of sleep; in the morning one may enter his room to find him standing up in his crib in his sleepy sack, thus bearing a passing resemblance to Swee'Pea from the Popeye cartoons.

Here then are some photos from our stroll through Laurelhurst Park on the Sunday before last.


Nothing quite says municipal park like a Toxic Algae Bloom. Yes, the lake really is that green.


It's thirsty work this. Fortunately I have staff.


A gentle swing seems a pleasant enough manner to idle away a few moments.


Sitting on daddy's knee.


and mummy's lap.


A happy smile.


Yes, stop here a moment so I might take in the view.


Specifically, that of a heron on a toxic lake.