Where walking is a crime
Today was yet another simply glorious spring day, perfect for walking, playing, and generally enjoying the sunshine on our shoulders. We spent the morning at the park playing with some buddies. I didn't take pictures, but if I had they would look a lot like a playdate we had last Tuesday morning:
I showed Dada the bottom picture. "Who's swinging the boys?" he asked. "Me." "What about the other one?" "That's me, too. I do them both at the same time." I charaded for him my little Vishnu-mom method of simultaneously swinging two boys who both have different swinging height preferences. He was impressed, but really, it's not hard. I love that they like to swing so much, and for so long. It beats having to cleave yourself in two to keep up with them running in opposite directions.
Yesterday we had a special errand to run -- we had to take George the Green Car to the doctor to replace his ball joints. Now, any repair to George poses special challenges, as he is our only car-child. Lots of people offer to drive us home in their shuttles, but I am not interested the chaos and time involved in relocating two car seats, twice. Luckily we live 0.6 miles from the friendliest Chrysler dealer in town, as Google Maps tells me. It's actually across the street from the drug store we walk to when we get really bored and in need of Twizzlers.
You can only imagine the looks I got from EVERYONE in the Chrysler dealership as they carted George off and I whipped out my double stroller. "Going for a walk?" the service manager inquired. "Yes, walking home. We live less than a mile away." The color actually drained from his face. "We have a shuttle! We can take you!" The same from the driver who checked us in. "You're going to walk all that way? Will you BE OKAY?"
Geez, dudes, come on. I mean, I realize their livelihood is made from people who refuse to walk anywhere, but when you can't schlep your tush for a mile when you really need to -- that may be a sign that things are really wrong with you in more than just physical arenas, don't you think? And the boys were so enamored of their trip in the stroller that I ended up walking almost 3 miles roundtrip to take them to a nearby park before we went home. And do you know what? I didn't die. Can you imagine?
That's the nice thing about being centrally located in a college town. There's so much available to you if you just have the mindset that your legs aren't broken.
I showed Dada the bottom picture. "Who's swinging the boys?" he asked. "Me." "What about the other one?" "That's me, too. I do them both at the same time." I charaded for him my little Vishnu-mom method of simultaneously swinging two boys who both have different swinging height preferences. He was impressed, but really, it's not hard. I love that they like to swing so much, and for so long. It beats having to cleave yourself in two to keep up with them running in opposite directions.
Yesterday we had a special errand to run -- we had to take George the Green Car to the doctor to replace his ball joints. Now, any repair to George poses special challenges, as he is our only car-child. Lots of people offer to drive us home in their shuttles, but I am not interested the chaos and time involved in relocating two car seats, twice. Luckily we live 0.6 miles from the friendliest Chrysler dealer in town, as Google Maps tells me. It's actually across the street from the drug store we walk to when we get really bored and in need of Twizzlers.
You can only imagine the looks I got from EVERYONE in the Chrysler dealership as they carted George off and I whipped out my double stroller. "Going for a walk?" the service manager inquired. "Yes, walking home. We live less than a mile away." The color actually drained from his face. "We have a shuttle! We can take you!" The same from the driver who checked us in. "You're going to walk all that way? Will you BE OKAY?"
Geez, dudes, come on. I mean, I realize their livelihood is made from people who refuse to walk anywhere, but when you can't schlep your tush for a mile when you really need to -- that may be a sign that things are really wrong with you in more than just physical arenas, don't you think? And the boys were so enamored of their trip in the stroller that I ended up walking almost 3 miles roundtrip to take them to a nearby park before we went home. And do you know what? I didn't die. Can you imagine?
That's the nice thing about being centrally located in a college town. There's so much available to you if you just have the mindset that your legs aren't broken.
posted by Claire at 11:12 PM
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Mine were like that after nursing Lily. It took me totally by surprise because I didn't have any issues with Ryan. I expressed in the shower with no relief, but when I finally busted out the pump I felt much better. It only took one time and everything was all better and back to normal.
Good luck!
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