Remember that time Eleanor went to the park and was like, Ugh?
Many (many) practice-swings later, and she is finally getting the hang of enjoying it.
Going down the slide she could take or leave (I'm not sure she notices what's going on. I think that for her, the whole WORLD is a slide still), but then yesterday we set her down in a hill of rocks.
Guys, I cannot talk to you right now, I have to organize these rocks.
In a very un-Eleanor-like fashion, she didn't even really try to eat the rocks (although she DID slip a bunch down the back of her shirt, possibly for secret eating).