After breakfast, some playing, and maybe a movie (that they usually ignore half of) over the weekend, there typically comes a time when meltdowns start to happen and so its time to go outside. Miles likes to “go for a walk”.
Here is what a typical walk looks like:
Miles is excited and happily puts on his coat and shoes. Abby, who usually could care less, runs away. Once I ask Bryan to watch her so I can take Miles, she decides she wants to go, but as I’m putting on her coat, she plops onto the floor, exclaiming “no walk!”
So, I pull out the little stroller and strap her in. We make it down the driveway and one house down, where Abby then declares she wants out.
We, by some freak of nature, make it half way around the block when Miles, who has walking happily 10 seconds ago, decides he’s done.
I convince Abby to turn around and by that time, Miles forgets what he was protesting and joins us. He runs towards me saying “hold hand mommy!” Just as my heart is about to melt a little, I stick my finger out for him to hold and he says “no!” Abby stops to look at some acorns.
Then, he asks to cross the street, and I know what this means. Our walk has turned into a trek to grandmas. “Go to Gee-ma’s, mommy”.
Abby, who has been pushing the stroller still, begins to get frustrated the more it gets stuck, but when I try to help her, I am met with this:
Or a scream. Then suddenly I have the stroller:
That is until Miles wants it. Abby, who didn’t give two shits when I was pushing it, is suddenly chasing him screaming “mine!”
Finally, we make it to grandmas, where we fight over who gets to go inside first.
In the end, we covered 3 tenths of a mile in about 20 minutes.
Who wants to join us next time?