Weeeeee!

Today Mommy, Daddy and I did a very fun special project. We met a group of people downtown to pick up these cool little things called Ben's Bells. They are these beautiful porcelain bells that are made in memory of Ben Packard who died when he was only 2. His mom is my mom's old teacher and friend. After Ben died suddenly, Ben's mom and dad started making these bells and would hang them around the city, just to make people smile. Now Ben's Bells has turned into a huge non-profit org and they pass bells out all over the state.

Today was my first bell distribution. We picked up about 60 bells and started driving around Phoenix, hanging the bells on any tree, park bench, and sign we could find. It was so great knowing that at some point in time, someone would find this bell, and it would just make them smile. What a random act of kindness!

While we were walking through a park, looking for the perfect tree branch to hang a bell, Mommy spotted a swing set with little kid swings. I was a little wary....I had never seen such a contraption before. What could this thing be used for? Torture, of some sort? Were they going to sling-shot me into the heavens and wait for a new baby?

I was terrified as they strapped me into this monstrosity. The chains were hot and my legs hung down....very unsettling. Then, Mommy stood behind me and grabbed a hold of my little seat. I thought, this is it. I'm done for.

Then....the most amazing thing happened. It felt like I could FLY! All of the sudden I was soaring through the air, my stomach rolling over itself, the wind blowing through my...peach fuzz. It was incredible! I was SWINGING!

Although I had a blast, I have to tell you...this whole experience has left quite a sour taste in my mouth. Why on earth did my parents wait so long to introduce me to something so insanely wonderful?! What ELSE are they keeping from me?!

The truth has come out. I can trust no one.