Whee!

It took only nine months to hang up the swing, but it was worth the wait to see and hear Max's sheer delight.

Max getting strapped in for the big launch. (Yes, our neighbors have pink flamingos in their flower beds)

Max was a bit nervous with the first push, but quickly demanded more! And Wyatt was quite entertained to watch his big brother.

No swinging is complete without spinning yourself dizzy.

You can definitely tell Max was having a great time by the fact that he hammed it up for the camera.

Based on his reaction, I think it's safe to let him get on the kiddie carnival rides now. Getting him off the swing is a whole other issue - he kicks and screams and cries. The boy loves his swing!

Cheesy McCheese.

Kapow!

Wyatt watched the fun from the comfort of the Radio Flyer.
(And no, he's not a redhead - that's just the light coming through the red canopy.)