I've met so many wonderful inter-peeps since I started this bloggy thing. One of my faves and daily reads is C. Beth. A while back, when she was on vacay, I was privileged to do a guest blog for her. She's returning the favor for me! I'm not on vacation, but it's so nice to be able to have a new post up that I didn't have to write! ;)
Hello, ElleBee's fantastic readers! My name is C. Beth, and I write two blogs: C. Beth Blog (musings of a happy mommy) and The One-Minute Writer (writing prompts with a sixty second writing timer.) I was privileged to host ElleBee as a guest writer on one of my blogs in June. Her fun post is here. I'm happy to return the favor as a guest blogger for ElleBee.
Our park is nice and close to our home. I can plop my two kids (Chickie, age 3 and Zoodle, age 1) in the double stroller, and in ten minutes they're running pulling at their stroller buckles so the can run towards the slides.
One day several months ago, I decided it would be fun for Chickie to "drive" to the park in her little red car. It's one of those cars with a hole in the bottom, which she powers with her feet, Fred Flintstone-style.
So I got Zoodle into the single stroller, and Chickie excitedly got in her little red car. We made our way down the street.
I should have known we were having a problem when we'd walked a block and Chickie was getting tired. But I'd promised her a trip to the park, so on we went. I leaned down a bit and grabbed Chickie's steering wheel, helping her push herself along.
And that's how we walked much of the rest of the way to the park...and the way home. I was pushing a stroller with one hand and pulling/pushing Chickie's car with the other. Shockingly, this is not the most comfortable--or the most dignified--position in which to walk. For the first time (okay, the millionth time) since becoming a mother, I had reason to question my sanity. My sanity and the strength of my back muscles.
When Chickie asked later in the week if she could drive her red car to the park, the answer was an immediate and unequivocal, "No!"
After that memorable trip, I used my car's odometer to measure the distance between our car and the park. It's half a mile, nice and close. Of course, "nice and close" is definitely a relative term.