Walking with my baby
She insisted that we take her doll stroller and her baby out with us. She was so proud as she pushed them up the street. She would stop every few feet to "check" on her baby. She's quite the little mother.
Taking a walk with a 16 month old has nothing to do with exercise and everything to do with living in the moment. You have to stop to explore new flowers and spend time getting to know each and every dog and cat in the neighborhood. I've walked this block a million times, but today was the first time I really took the time to appreciate the sound that a dried leaf makes when it crunches underfoot. She was so thrilled to be outside (she's been sick since the weekend) her excitement was contageous.
I thought that a block would be just the right distance, but I over estimated my new walker's stamina. Halfway around C decided that she didn't want to push the stroller anymore. She snatched the baby out of it and proceeded to walk while cuddling it. A few feet further she decided she was done walking. I tried to get her to push the stroller again, but she stood behind it with her arms crossed and a very obstinate look on her face. "Uppy. Peaaaase."
I picked her up in one arm, handed her the baby and grabbed the stroller with my other hand. As I walked the rest of the way home I had a vision of many many years of walking home while carying some toy or another. It was a sweet thought.
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