One of our evenings in Arizona was spent at our neighborhood park. A bunch of us including grandparents and siblings got together and had a picnic while the babies played. It was the first time that Remington wasn't hysterically crying when we put him in the swing (weird kid). Olive giggled and giggled with every push. Gammi and Papa couldn't get enough of Olive's rolls, and she was passed around and kissed and squished all night. Remington took turns giving wagon rides to his cousin Hailey and learned how to kick a soccer ball. It was so nice just be outside in the warm, fresh air.