November was the first time Owen's tiny tush sat in a swing.
We could barely push him since he had no clue how to hang on.
Almost six months and a sunny day later, Owen was re-introduced to
swinging. Once his tiny fingers touch those metal chains
his vice-like grip takes over, his legs start kicking, and his
grin gets oh so wide as the swing begins it's gentle flight.
We could barely push him since he had no clue how to hang on.
Almost six months and a sunny day later, Owen was re-introduced to
swinging. Once his tiny fingers touch those metal chains
his vice-like grip takes over, his legs start kicking, and his
grin gets oh so wide as the swing begins it's gentle flight.
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