Here's a story...
Last night we went for a long walk - just the 2 of us. I got down to the end of the subdivision (about 8 blocks away) and he started to whale. I mean screaming at the top of his lungs - bloody murder! All the neighbors were out in their yards because it was such a nice evening, so EVERYONE heard this. There I was, frantically searching Elijah's body for some offending bee stinger or ant or something pinching him. but no. there was nothing wrong. He just felt like having a melt down, 8 blocks from home. Did he let me push him in the stroller the remaining 8 blocks back? NO. of course not. He continued to freak out until I picked him up and carried him. Not wanting the scorn of my nosy neighbors, I proceeded to carry my VERY HEAVY 20 pound baby all the way back -- while pushing the stroller with the other hand. Meanwhile the stroller goes off the sidewalk and up into someone's yard every few feet causing our trip to take that much longer. By the time I managed to get myself and Elijah and the stroller back in the house I was exhausted, and sweaty, and pretty ticked too. Next time I'm making Manny come with us.
2 comments:
Oh my goodness, I don't check for a little over a week and look at all the pictures I've missed out on!!! I just LOVE the day in the park ones (especially the one that you put at the top of your page). You have such an adorable little boy. I can't wait to meet him.
I'm praying for the house thing to come through. I could use another friend down here in the 'ville. Plus, I know that's what you want.
((hugs))
Hey....Luke used to do that to me all the time....usually when he wanted to try to ride his tricycle around the block (by our old house)...we'd get on the otherside and he would decide that he was done...so I would have to carry him and push the bike....I feel your misery!!
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