The best park with the worst name

On Friday, the weather was so nice that Patrick and I decided to go to Clemyjontri Park. (The terrible, unpronounceable name is a mash of the names of the playground donor's children.) It's a playground that's built so that children with disabilities can play on just about all of the playground equipment. There are lots of ramps, and a lot of the equipment is low to the ground - less scary for the little guys. We took Patrick when he just started walking, and this time he was an absolute maniac.

The whole playground has a rubberized surface, and there's a drag strip that runs around the edge.

This is what Patrick looked like 90% of the time we were there:

Mr. P, demonstrating his fav way to down the twisty slide:

Checking out the bridge:

 Playing a bit of Peekaboo in one of the trains:

I could tell he had a blast because he threw the mother of all tantrums when it was time to leave. (Yay, terrible twos!)