After living in this house for 3 years, we finally got it together to put up a swing in the yard. Well, my husband did it all, actually. He cut the piece of wood and the ropes, but G. found the right tree with just the right kind of swing-bearing limb.
He's so happy with his swing. In the photo above, he is swinging before going to school. He swings when he comes home and in the afternoon, too. I'm thrilled because this boy is a bit too TV and Nintendo dependent otherwise. He doesn't play sports and tends to stay inside rather than going out to play spontaneously...that means he goes out just about only when I yell, "get outside and have some fun now, dammit!" Well, of course I'm exagerating, but not much!
Today he told me, "I don't think there's any child in the world who doesn't like swinging!"