Little Swinger

Swinging with my kids has been either hit (Amelia) or miss (Henry). Amelia spent more of her waking hours in a swing her first year of life than anywhere else I think.  Even in that brutal Chicago winter, we found time to swing every week.  Henry, on the other hand, cried every single time I put him in a swing his first year.  I think he was too much of a busybody to be contained in such a silly contraption. Today we were able to figure out which side Charlie is on.

I think he's a fan!  Look at those toes!