misty island

This weekend Mike was gone for work, so Ainsley and I went shopping and stopped at a really great park called Storybook Island. She refers to it as "Misty Island" from one of her Thomas the Tank Engine movies that she's watched nine million times.

We went to this place a billion times when we were kids, and it's still pretty awesome. It's also free admission--they run on donations. They have a hodge-podge of different little houses and themed playground equipment, running the gamut of fairytale stories (Peter Pumpkin's pumpkin house, the Old Woman's Shoe slide). Go figure, mostly Ainsley just wanted to play in the sandbox and go swinging, but she also loved to hug the (cement) Pooh and Piglet. She was running into them full force for hugs, actually. They also have a little train that kids can ride around the park for a buck (ok, it's probably a lawnmower pulling some little cars) but trains are generally a hit with this kid. 

And then this morning she painted her face blue. When Crayola calls their stuff non-toxic, I hope they aren't kidding, because she's surely tasted almost all of it. Maybe we can be part of a study on the long-term effects of art supply ingestion.