A perfect 60-degree afternoon on the Peninsula; who cares that Spring doesn't officially start until Friday? It's time for that adrenaline-pumping mass ritual, the Running of the Babies. Today it seemed as if every stroller in Park Slope and Windsor Terrace had converged on the park and liberated its inhabitant to toddle in the sun.
An admirably gender-balanced team in Spring training.
When my daughter was this age, we'd wait endlessly for a turn on these tire swings in the Vanderbilt Playground.
Kids weren't the only things sprouting.
