Monkey Bars

June is going by so fast. I hope we're able to slow summer down this time. Many days it's been too cold and rainy for the pool, and the first week of June R went to a camp at another Catholic school. Her last day of camp, we took her to a park in Englewood that has a little petting farm and a train.

The train winds around and goes over a river.

The playground has bigger monkey bars than she's used to, and she was eager to try them.

Then she got discouraged because she couldn't hold on. She kept dropping off.
We suggested that she take a breather and play on something else for awhile.

She walked away and said she just wanted "peace and quiet" so she could think about it.

She climbed back up and tried it again.

And she fell down again. But this time she thought it was funny. If you were expecting an inspiring story about how R went back again and again until she mastered the monkey bars . . . this isn't it.

I love my funny little girl.