Same, same, but different

Grandma and Grandpa have been here for a long weekend. Along with a suitcase full of diapers and tights in size 86/92, they brought with them some pretty chilly weather and loads of sun. Maybe that's how winter is in Sweden? Either way, I like this whole layered clothes thing that comes with the weather getting colder. It makes falling down a lot less painful than it were in the Philippines. Or in summer, for that matter. We spent the weekend the way we usually do: by going to the Odynca playground on Saturday.
Playing under the supervision of grandparents is of course a lot more fun than normal every-Satuday playing, so I wouldn't say same old same old, despite the same old activity.Also, we don't always go for Turkish lunch after the playground visit. But we should! Great food for everyone. Including Grandpa.And Antonia. And on Sunday, like always, we went fancy walking in Lazienki Park (pronounced Washinki, in case you're wondering, and no, mom and dad aren't making much progress with their Polish. None, to be more exact.).But despite the same old destination, this wasn't any Sunday walk. Grandpa was the one pushing the stroller and my attention was not on the squirrals, but rather on the colorful, and pretty friendly peacocks.