walk in the park

Bailey and I walked (yep, he walked) the two blocks to our park. Here's the walk in the eyes of the child:

oh, orange peel I pick it up. we walk along the sidewalk. We watch a waterfall. Mom points out a creek.
drop orange peel, trade for a rock for each hand.

oh, a fence my size! place rock on fence.

mom, says, "okay, hold my hand it's time to cross the street."
argh! stop holding my hand! I want to pick up these black rocks that seem to be stuck to the ground and you call "a part of the street".

Walk through rose garden. oh, a leaf! pick up leaf. Mommy says that come spring or summer there will be blossoms of red, pink, orange, and white.
there's a step down, get down on ground to start going backwards down step, but first drop leaf over edge. uh oh, my leaf is lost among the other leaves. oh well.
step down.

oh pretty girl, what is she doing? run over to her area and watch her feed the squirrels. oh, there is Gracie (our cat came on the walk with us).

find stick, pick it up. Mom is calling, I'd better follow.
"look at the birds, Bailey there is a ..." yeah, whatever mom these guys are noisy.
mom is walking again, better follow. squish.

"look at the colors on this bird, Bailey." neat, mom.
I find little rocks to play with. I try to sample them but mom doesn't let me.
I find a bigger rock and carry it with me.

Mom walks on about 15 feet away now. should I follow? okay there is a man with a little dog coming toward me. Here comes mom. "oh, sorry I didn't see you, I was worried he was lost." says the man as he walks away.

Mom picks me up since I am still refusing to follow her. "oh no Bailey, you stepped in dog poop" she says. I don't know what she is talking about, but she's now rubbing my feet in the grass and rolling up my pant legs. okay, this is not fun, I'm ready to walk again.

We walk around the cages and I really want to go in the street. Mom, says no, it's not safe and puts me back up on the sidewalk, now she's blocking my way. I cry and try several times, she puts me in the stroller.

Mom shows me these ducks arguing. She whistles for Gracie and we are on our way home now.

That was fun can we go again mom?