Grass is icky...

Ah, Arizona grass. It's not the best... but at least it's not snow. 

Brodrick and I stopped by the park by our new house (woo hoo for our new house!) We ran to the park and then I let Brodrick loose on the infant-sized playground. He liked the swing... the slide was okay... the playground mediocre at best.

But he LOVED the dead grass! 

For some reason our new park doesn't water the grass in the Winter so the grass is crispy. So he kept throwing himself on the grass and rubbing his face in the dead grass and giggling.

 I think it reminds him of the new (and not so attractive) beard that Dad is growing because he makes the same face when Dad rubs his beard on his face.  By the way, I'm protesting Chris' beard... so I won't be posting any pictures of it. :)