At the Playground

One of our last orders of business in the Shenandoah townhome was to visit the local playground.

Mallory got a kick out of riding the dinosaur.

And walking with Dad across the wobbly bridge.

She even felt brave even to fly solo on the big twisty slide.

Here she comes in for a safe landing.

What trip to the playground would be complete without a ride on the swings?