Ah, the south, home of excellent old trees.
We were bored, so we went to this park in Aiken SC, about half an hour from home.
Jim was delighted to get out of the house and see some new things.
When my family lived in Missouri (I think) when I was a kid, my brother and I used to catch these things all the time. I can't look at one without remembering how my mom would make us let my sister hold them even though she'd invariably squeeze them to death.
Pretty flowers, in imminent danger of death-squeezing.
It totally looks like he's interested in the horse, right? He actually was a LOT more intrigued by the dirt under it.
Practicing his stairs.
Hiding, to no avail.
Fountains into which Jim was determined to jump.
You wouldn't believe how hard it is to convince a 1-year-old to go in your general direction.
Jim walked for probably over a mile (which is a long way when your legs are ten inches long!), but he eventually broke down and needed a lift.
Turtles! Significantly less squishable than a