"Swing, swing from the tangles of my heart..."

You know the song, takes me back but this post has nothing to do with "a former love". Just the swinging part. Anyway,

Summer was again very bored and tolerant to her parents incredibly bad attempts at a fun time. We apologize Summer, for thinking that a swing might make you shriek with laughter and explosions of smiles. She was bored with.the.whole.thing.
Her first time on the swing was a dud. Blah.

"Does it look like I'm having fun? Get that sorry excuse for a camera out of my face."-Sum

She thought the swing was disgusting and I totally agree. She literally did not touch the swing and then got mad when her shoe fell off. We could do nothing right.

So, we switched activities and Dad took Sum to shoot some hoops. By the looks of those arms she was having none of that.
Turns out this whole attitude was just a cry for a nap because when we set her in the stroller admitting defeat to what we thought was a fun afternoon the babe feel straight to sleep. Maybe we'll do swings another day after the nap, not before.