Tonight we biked together to our neighborhood park, hit some baseballs, and played on the play ground. No one complained, there were no tantrums, and there were almost no tears, (Ulysses cried a bit because of his seething hate for his helmet, but he got over it). Not every family adventure is pretty much happy all around, but this one basically was. After baseball in the cool grass, we headed past the creek to the park. Oscar and Angus slid with Ulysses down the slides, and they laughed the whole time. Bryan played monster and chased the older boys. Ulysses and I sat together at the bottom of the twisty slide. His little sweaty hands rested on my knees and his dirty toes wiggled slightly, while we listened to the crickets and the happy squeals of his big brothers. On the bike ride home we stopped briefly to say hello to some horses near our street, and then we were on our way home for bedtime.
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| Family baseball at our neighborhood park |
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| Finally, a happy helmet head Ulysses |
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| Helmet mask Uly. Can you see his eyes? |
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