For some mysterious (and inconvenient) reason, none of the parks near us have swings. There is one near Nana and Papa's house that does, which Jackson refers to as "Papa's park." While it may seem silly that I drove the kids half an hour away to go to a park, the truth is that we really didn't have any other pressing engagements. More importantly, timing the trip just right meant that Jackson fell asleep in the car, and I was spared one day of battling him for a nap. Macy slept almost the entire time we were there, leaving me available to push Jackson on the swing without disruption. He also climbed the playground and slid down the slide, but most of our visit was devoted to the swing.
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