I managed to wake up before the boys today, and so by 10:00 I had everyone in order enough to consider this lunacy. I thought I'd take them for a walk. Sir O's stir-craziness happily consented and we were on our way. Captain was bundled up in the sling, I tried my best to wear a coat over it, and the march began in earnest.
The first half was actually quite good. But it was cold (February, duh self) and Sir O got cranky. He wanted to be carried, he wanted to fling himself in the path of construction vehicles, and he did NOT want to go home again. Then it started to hail. So the walk home consisted of the Captain hanging on the front, and Sir O being sort of piggy-backed. (exercise? check) My pants kept falling down, and the camera hanging around my neck kept pegging the Captain's head. It was great fun.
So we will not be tackling that one again until the memory of this morning fades into fuzziness.
6 comments:
I hate to admit this, but I am laughing OUT LOUD! Oh, Emily I am so sorry! My cup of empathy is overflowing!! I admire your ambition!
Oh, but you attempted the impossible. And that's admirable!!!
Only if we had a picture of you guys on your way back. ;) I love Sir O's hat in the last post. And why am I feeling so guilty after reading your goals list??
I'm so happy you made it out, and I don't mean to chuckle at your struggles, but the camera pinging the Captain in the head did it for me. I guess that's kids for ya.
oh man, Dear Emily: get used to it. Today I called Josh saying, "You need to quit med school and come home and raise Conrad for the next 6 months! I'm done!"
Though I'm sure it would have turned out LOTS better if it weren't February. Curse February!
I loved the mental image. :)
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