The Ice Cream Playground

I like to "collect" places all the kids have been. We never got a picture of Nathan at Graeter's that I know of, but here's our proof that his little sister made it there at the ripe old age of 1. The ice cream playground, as we call it, because of its location and its theme, was the first place we took Amanda and Nathan that they didn't scream to stay longer when they, even though they'd had a good time there. Now, survey: I think baby sister looks like Nathan (except more girly). What do you think?

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With a little help from our local over-zealous detective person, Mom has spent the last while lost in negative emotion and self doubt. Every so often, someone asks about what happens to Nathan, and Mom struggles to find a way to explain, struggling all the more as she tries to tell it her way, what she actually saw, not Mr. Gloom (the detective's) way (who didn't see a darn thing until after some "helpers" had thoroughly altered everything). Today there came a news headline that drop-side cribs are banned. And now we have answers. When we found Nathan that dreadful day, this is what we found:



Now I know which group of grieving parents we belong to.