Showing posts with label Bob Stroller. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bob Stroller. Show all posts
Monday, August 29, 2011
Playdates
Even though I work, my sitter sometimes has to have the day off, which I actually think is really fun because then I get to play with the kids. I have a lot of friends who stay home so we almost always have plans and we have a fun playdate with one (or several) of Munchkin Girl's little friends.
Well, last week my sitter had a day off. The only problem is that every single one of my friends was busy! I seriously almost felt panicky, like what the hell are we going to do? Of course I could think of plenty of things I needed to do, like run to Target for diapers because they're cheaper than at the grocery store. I also had a Disney Movie Club that I need to return and take to the Post Office. Sounds like a blast, right?
I decided I wasn't going to waste this day doing something boring like errands. I began to open up my mind to the possiblity of going somewhere...by ourselves!! I know stay at home moms are faced with this dilemma every day. I've heard my friends talk about it. But most of my friends also do literally manage to have something planned with someone every day. It's just what people do, right? Even Munchkin Girl seemed confused about the idea of going somewhere without her friends. She kept saying, "But who ELSE will be there Mommy?"
It just kind of never occurred to me that Munchkin Girl and Little Buddy could be each other's playmates for the day. Really, Little Buddy just started walking well within the past few months (he's 16 months). Plus, he is a total pain in the ass with the stroller. I see kids all the time that are his age, riding peacefully in the stroller, just looking around and taking it all in. Not Little Buddy. He wants to be out, roaming free. Plus of course he thinks I need his help pushing the stroller. But then Munchkin Girl wants a turn pushing the stroller and the next thing I know, the three of us will be fighting and pushing and grunting until the stroller accidentally gets pushed directly into someone's legs. People tend to frown upon having the stroller slam into the back of their legs. Go figure!
I decided to take them to a local farmstead that has cows, pigs, playground etc. Normally, a stroller would be the answer but I knew it would be end up being terrible. Little Buddy would whine until I let him out. Then Munchkin Girl would want to be pushed instead and I'd end up with her in the stroller and him on my hip. I decided to think outside the box. I supposed I could let them walk/carry them. But then I knew once they got tired I would end up with a kid on each hip. Suddenly I had a "Tadaaaa" moment. I went out to the garage and came up with this plan:
We had bought these at garage sales and normally we just take them for rides in the neighborhood but I figured why not? They love riding in them and Little Buddy NEVER fusses while he has his steering wheel. So, I held my breath while I tried loading them in my car. They fit! Off we went with a bag full of snacks and two huge cars that are certainly not meant for trips to places like a zoo.
However, we had a great time! The cars were PERFECT!! They could scramble out of them whenever I told them it was time to get out. They didn't fuss AT ALL!! I could really focus on the kids and talking to them about stuff instead of being distracted by talking to other moms. The kids really played together and enjoyed each other...frankly I couldn't believe it!! We spent about 20 peaceful minutes feeding the fish handfuls of food (How do those fish not die of overfeeding, seriously???) Anyway, don't get me wrong. I LOVE playdates and having a change to talk to my other mom friends. And it's great for the kids to be able to play with other kids and socialize. But I was really shocked at how peaceful and fun it was to go for a big outing with just the three of us. We probably won't do it every week, but the next time at least I won't feel panicked!
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Running with Bob Stroller
For the past year, I mostly try to work out at 5:30 am before the kids wake up. This means I get to leisurely run on my treadmill while watching my favorite high quality TV shows, such as Bachelorette, Kardashians, Bachelor Pad, etc. However, Hubby was gone this morning doing a triathlon so I thought it would be a perfect morning to take the kids for a run in our Bob stroller, which we affectionately call the "double-wide". We moved recently and I haven't had a chance to explore the new running routes in our neighborhood. And okay, if I'm being honest, it's been a month since I took the kids running. Okay several months.
So I start out with very high hopes, breathing in the fresh air and enjoying the trees in our neighborhood. Shortly I realize it's MUCH hotter than I thought it was. And Good God, when did this thing get so heavy? I do the math and realize I'm pushing at least 70 pounds between the two kids and the stroller. I didn't put my hair up because I almost never sweat. Everywhere I turn I am greeted with another large hill. Suddenly I feel sweat running down the back of my neck. The kids start asking if I brought them anything to eat (luckily I did pack some snacks). I suddenly feel very far from home and the sun is blazing! Munchkin Girl asks, "Mommy, are you SURE you're running? It doesn't feel like you're running. Go faster!." I start frantically looking for a rubber band for the hair now sticking to my neck. I have nothing and feel panicky. I end up finding a stretchy band from the last time we flew with the kids. The kind with the pink tag from gate-checking the stroller. I look around and don't see anyone. I take the tag off the stroller and somehow get it wrapped around my hair. Hallelujah!! It worked! Pure bliss, now my hair is at least off my neck. Only problem is now I'm lost. I have no idea how to get home. I keep winding around and around and finally I see 114th Street, which means that if I just follow it I'll get home eventually. I brace myself for another large hill. While I'm climbing it, Hubby calls. He is finished with the triathlon and begins to tell me about how he did and how he finished. I'm having trouble responding because I'm breathing so hard.
"You okay?" he asks. "You're breathing pretty hard."
"Yes, but I got lost and I can't find my way home and these hills are huge..." I start to explain everything to him and finally stop. I'm not the one who just finished a triathlon. I burst out laughing. I guess I'm fine. I will definitely choose to only remember what a great workout I got!
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