Playground alternative

N is up skiing in BC this weekend, so Alec and I have been making our own fun. This morning instead of braving the wet and shady playground, we took a walk on the Embarcadero. Alec didn't need the jungle gyms to tire him out or amuse him - after being pushed in the stroller on the way to the Ferry Building, on the way back he was ready to walk. He walked (actually ran!) screaming or singing the entire time, from the Louise Bourgeois spider all the way to the Bay Bridge.



Short stops included this very fascinating short staircase and porch, which he didn't want to leave



and every manhole cover or similar metal street hardware, on which he does a little stomping dance. I hope this doesn't foreshadow OCD!