Oh How My Garden Grows

Doo da doo doo doo, what to do what to do. Let's see what's growing in the garden today. Wait a minute, what the heck is that thing?!? Awesome, it's a little playground!

But, where did it come from? Did Daddy mold the plastic himself with his stealth engineering skills? Did Grandpa tow it over in his Grandpa Tractor? So many questions, who will answer them, who?

Let me up on the slide to ponder. Wait, I think I know where this wonderful contraption is from. I seem to remember seeing it at Jakie and Lily's last year at their old house in South Minneapolis. Turns out they outgrew it since Devin also needs a swing and there's only 2 on this one. Auntie Rasa and Uncle Donnie were nice enough to let me borrow the playground for a while. THANKS!

Let me give you a tour. As I told you before, it has a slide. Well, it also has two swings. Here I am doing my best Terminator on the swing impression. I really, really, really hate the swings. No one can get me on them (this photo happened by a miracle). If anyone asks if I'd like to swing, I promptly reply, "Nope!" and run away swiftly. 'Nope' is my new favorite word. I say it even when I mean 'yes'. Stupid Mommy and Daddy can't figure out when I actually mean 'yes' and I get mad. Hmph.

On with the tour. There's a little clubhouse underneath the slide that is pretty cool. Unfortunately, it's not meant for tall drinks of water like me. But I'm learning how to duck my head and have lots of fun opening and closing the door.

Thus concludes the tour, please make your way to the exit, thanks.

Time for a nap, I'm pooped!