A sunny November day can only mean one thing: a trip to the big playground. This place is like a playground on steroids. West had whiled away 2 hours with Daddy before Tate and I showed up with the camera. Read on to see West's adventures in mud, jumping, yoga, dancing, and rolling down hills. Not to mention baby Tate working a cherry red sun hat.
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| Downward Facing ... Turtle? |
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| Big Air |
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| Post-jump glory |
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| More interpretive dance |
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| Going ... |
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| Going ... |
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| Gone |
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