Inbetween the Holidays

Just got back from a holiday marathon across three statelines with many a family gathering to post. But before the next batch of relatives arrived at our house for some primo Karl performances (including various versions of the mega-charming head-tilt, the action-packed bookshelf-strafing, recitations of the terms "flower" and "mother, where are you, I do long for your warm embrace"...the short version... plus an astonishing demonstration of table manners including a baby-operated spoon), we had some time to hang out on the nearby playground. On a day like this (bone-chillingly cold and neither part of the Christmas or New Years celebrations) one has the place basically to oneself. Which we used to work on our sliding, swinging and bouncing skills. Sounds like a song by some member of the P-Funk family? Well, was at least as much fun.