future bookworm or future exercise fanatic (or both)?

Here is Dennis sitting in the rocking chair deeply engrossed in his Where is Baby's Mommy book. He likes it better than the Daddy, Grandma, and Grandpa books in the same series, though I don't know why. Perhaps it's telling that after searching for Mommy in the closet and behind the plant and other places, the baby in the book finds Mommy hiding under the covers on the bed. This Mommy sure likes it under her covers, too!

It was a good Dennis day (truly, they all are). Gran and Pop returned from their trip and Dennis was so excited to see them that he ran to them. And we took him to the playground where he has now officially mastered all of the slides. He knows how to hold on, climb in, sit down, and push off on every single one. There were some other boys at the playground today as well, all older than Dennis, and I know he wanted to play with them. At one point, all the boys were on one play structure and Dennis walked right into the middle of them and sat on the step next to them. They encouraged him to go down the tunnel slide, and he was going to until the 2 year old (next youngest in the group) pushed him out of the way to go first. But then that boy didn't end up going because he was scared. Dennis walked to the other end of the structure and went down a bigger slide because they had blocked his way to the tunnel one, and they all followed him down that slide. It unnerved me that the kid had pushed him out of the way because they were pretty high up, and after that, Dennis was paying more attention to what they were doing that what he was doing, so we left the park. He'd been there close to 45 minutes, so it was time anyway. It was lovely weather, breezy with long bouts of cloud cover--a great day to be at the park.

Tonight on our walk, Dennis treated us to one entire mile of him saying "WALK, WALK, WALK, WALK" from his stroller. Maybe he's aspiring to be our personal trainer? I tried to tell him that we were walking as fast as we wanted to, and maybe he thought he was encouraging us to keep it up. He certainly enjoyed the nighttime stroll, but reached his limit and said "go" and "bye" just about the time my muscles were telling me the same thing. It worked out well!