We tried and tried to teach him "the moves" involved in swinging, and it just wasn't sinking in.
Then one day, after a yummy picnic dinner of sandwiches (hey, everything tastes better if you eat it outside!), he and Griffin went down the deck stairs, jumped on the swings and he pushed... and pushed... and kicked... and he was swinging!
He was SO proud of himself.
My boys are growing up.
I remember when he used to be this big.
And this big.