Sister and her little munchkin came to visit for a few days this week, and yesterday we drove up to Carmel to visit them at my grandparents’ house. Jeshuah was feeling active and excited in the late afternoon, so they went outside for a walk around the sidewalks while I fed Analie. Once she was full, dry, and cozied up in her panda sweater, I stuffed her in the sling and we went outside to play with the “big kids”. (Also known as Jeshuah.)
We found him attempting to drive his walking toy up the neighbor’s driveway and into their garage. The garage door was open and the neighbor lady was out doing something to her tree; she was trying to be subtle and yet still obviously watching Jeshuah take a running start to try to get himself up the hill to the house, then just as he was starting to make some progress Sister would grab him and turn him back around and drive him back down the driveway. He tried this three times with no success. Sister always busted him.
Poor guy. It’s rough being a kid.
I gotta say, that child is pretty fast, even heading up hill. Especially considering he wasn’t wearing any shoes.
We walked through the yard and arrived at the site of the chaos, Analie happily wadded up in her sling and head peeping up over the side, clearly impressed by Jeshuah’s mobility skills.
The Kid and Sister glanced up to see us coming, and then they burst out into laugher. Because I guess Analie looked hilarious? Judge for yourself:
This is how we go on walks. It’s much easier than finagling with a buggy, and Analie likes it better because she can see what’s coming, not what is going. I don’t blame her either.
We crashed Jeshuah’s party, because Sister drove him back to the Grandparents garage where she strapped him into his buggy, and off we all went on a walk around the neighborhood. (I think the neighbor was disappointed to see Jeshuah leave.)
Perhaps someday you’ll find us walking on the Monon this way, and then you too can laugh at us. It’s the thing to do.




