Yesterday evening, we went to Tea Hill for a bit of a picnic. After meal time, we eyed the the playground — through the Liberal Party ice cream social that had unknowingly sprung up behind us — and wandered over to pop Claire in the swing set. Like the obsessive compulsive video producer/parent that I am, I promptly pulled out my phone and started recording my daughter's first time in a playground swing.

As I filmed, I had a bit of a flashback to a very similar scene in our apartment, almost exactly one-year prior. I remembered shooting this video of a six-week old Claire rocking back and forth in her baby swing for the first time.

A year later, she still enjoys it just the same.

Only now, I get to push her.