We’ve been going to the playground a lot lately. It has been nice to be outside. For the most part, the last few weeks have been beautiful with clear skies and temperatures in the low 50s. It’s late November in Chestertown, and the fall is in its stride.

And so we go to the playground and play.

For Robbi, this means sitting on Clifford, the Big Red Dog.

I’m not sure which one of them is enjoying it more.

As for the kids, a trip to the playground always starts with the swings. Alden also likes to slide and climb and dig in the sandbox, but for some reason the swings always come first, no matter what. I have no hesitation about pushing her high. She seems to love to fly through the air, just at the brink of losing control. Kato has recently learned to clutch the chain to stabilize himself, so now he, too, is part of the swinging frenzy.

See how much they love it? But then again, what’s not to love about the playground?

Suddenly, I’ve been invited back, my membership card returned to me after all these years. Going to the playground is one of those unanticipated benefits, one of the thousands of tiny surprises that make parenthood so much more than just having kids.