Yesterday after nap William and I ventured outside for about an hour for the first time in a long time. The temperature was a bearable 39 degrees. But it was foggy and humid without any wind so it actually felt a lot more pleasant than the mercury suggested. During our adventure I learned two things.
1. Going outside with a 2-year-old is a lot different than going outside with a 1-year-old.
Yes, William's second birthday was celebrated in November and yes, it's been that long since we've spent an extended amount of time outside. Sad, isn't it?
First, I learned that the minute you will decide to forgo snowpants for a pair of nylon wind pants is the minute that your two-year-old will decide to climb the tallest snowbank and subsequently get his legs stuck thigh-high in wet snow.
Second, a two-year-old does not know what it means to stay to the side of the road. In fact, he may actually believe that walking in the middle of the road is close enough to the side of the road.
And lastly, a two-year-old can run a lot faster than a one-year-old. And a two-year-old can run even faster than a lady who is 8-months pregnant.
2. I am old.
Okay, maybe I'm not that old but I've definitely become my mother or some version of her.
We do not live on a busy street. We don't even live on a through street. In fact, the only reason cars would ever have a need to drive around our boulevard is to get to and from one of the homes. But that didn't stop the residents from driving like madmen while William and I were on our walking adventure.
In the time it took us to circle the block (which is a long time with a curious toddler in tow) there were about ten cars that drove past us. In all only one --ONE! -- had the decency to slow down when she saw us.
I noticed that most of the fast and furious drivers were teenagers. Figures. I found myself cursing under my breath as each car sped ridiculously past us.
It was only ten years ago that I was one of those teenagers behind the wheel. But I'm sure I would have slowed down. Right?
See? I'm old. Hand me a couple of kids and I can't even remember what I was like when I was 18.
1. Going outside with a 2-year-old is a lot different than going outside with a 1-year-old.
Yes, William's second birthday was celebrated in November and yes, it's been that long since we've spent an extended amount of time outside. Sad, isn't it?
First, I learned that the minute you will decide to forgo snowpants for a pair of nylon wind pants is the minute that your two-year-old will decide to climb the tallest snowbank and subsequently get his legs stuck thigh-high in wet snow.
Second, a two-year-old does not know what it means to stay to the side of the road. In fact, he may actually believe that walking in the middle of the road is close enough to the side of the road.
And lastly, a two-year-old can run a lot faster than a one-year-old. And a two-year-old can run even faster than a lady who is 8-months pregnant.
2. I am old.
Okay, maybe I'm not that old but I've definitely become my mother or some version of her.
We do not live on a busy street. We don't even live on a through street. In fact, the only reason cars would ever have a need to drive around our boulevard is to get to and from one of the homes. But that didn't stop the residents from driving like madmen while William and I were on our walking adventure.
In the time it took us to circle the block (which is a long time with a curious toddler in tow) there were about ten cars that drove past us. In all only one --ONE! -- had the decency to slow down when she saw us.
I noticed that most of the fast and furious drivers were teenagers. Figures. I found myself cursing under my breath as each car sped ridiculously past us.
It was only ten years ago that I was one of those teenagers behind the wheel. But I'm sure I would have slowed down. Right?
See? I'm old. Hand me a couple of kids and I can't even remember what I was like when I was 18.
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