It's gorgeous out. No clouds, light breeze, didn't get above 75 degrees.
In other words, the weather. was. perfect.
"Perfect Park Day" was declared.
Shoes on. Sippy cup full of ice water. Camera in my hand.
I just knew fun would be taken to a whole 'nother level.
But Isabella did not.
She tried to even force out tears. But due to the real lack of any problem all that came out was a "cowardly lion" type of voice...very strange, very funny.
Threw a few tantrums.
And by few I mean at least three. Three is where I draw the line. I start to lose count and before you know it we are packed up in the car on the way home.
I thought she would have fun. She had a temperature yesterday and took a three hour nap this morning.
Maybe the three hour nap should have been my clue that the park was just not going to be a fun time...
I did, however, manage to get a few pictures.
The good and the bad.
PS--please don't tell her I posted the tantrum ones. She wants everyone to think of her as a darling, sweet, non-fit-throwing one year old. Ahem. I think we all know by now that she has her, um, moments....although she is one of the cutest tantrum throwers. Ever.