I’m getting tired of my own excuses about not going for walks. I get out of the house five out of seven days and usually for about an hour but it’s not good enough. I’m kicking my saggy butt into gear. Even contemplating one of these. My goal is small… get out everyday. I’m not talking about going out and doing errands, just a walk for the sake of walking on top of errands. So I bundled up Aidan, grabbed my gorgeous new brolly in my favourite colour and off we went.
Isn’t he just adorable. It was so hard to strap him in because all I wanted to do was snuggle him in his little tracksuit and hoodie. Even though he’s a little sicky bear at the moment (hence the dummy and “Teddy”) I think he really needed the fresh air too and didn’t make a peep the whole time we were out. He just sat up wide awake and took it all in.
It had been raining the last couple of days and the gutters were overflowing. It reminded me of my childhood when my sister and I would float little boats down our street during the monsoonal rains where we grew up in the Northern Territory. The boats usually made from small styrofoam meat trays with twigs for masts and leaves for sails. I can’t wait to do that sort of thing with Aidan.
Once we got home from our walk we had our bottles and sandwiches and Aidan napped whilst I did yet another load of laundry. When he wakes up from his midday sleep I love to curl up in bed with him and read books and play the “parachute game” with the sheets. Always gets a giggle.