The continued adventures of a mobile child…and his mother.
I might as well be his entourage, as I am always behind him. Currently he moves like rapid fire throughout, well, everything.
This afternoon we (I) decided to take a walk with the M.C. and the dog. Now, in hindsight, I shouldn’t have taken the dog, but the poor thing is just so desperate for any attention that he practically attached his own leash and walked himself in his eagerness to spend time with me.
So dog in hand, V and I went a’walkin’.
I had thought just to go around the block.
1/25th of the there… Oh look! Garbage! Mumma! Shall I pick it u…. oh. you got it for me… Thanks mumma.
1/24th of the way there. Oh look! The dog peed right there! Right there, Mumma… I think I’ll go over and walkright on top of it. Oh wait….. WHEEEEEE! I love it when you pick me up and swing me around!
1/23rd of the way. Mumma, there’s something out there in the street, I think I’ll go and get it.
1/22nd of the way. Mumma, there’s something out there in the street, I think I’ll go and get it.
1/21st of the way. Mumma, there’s something out there in the street, I think I’ll go and get it.
1/20th of the way. Mumma, there’s something out there in the street, I think I’ll go and get it.
1/19th of the way. Mumma, there’s something out there in the street, I think I’ll go and get it.
So this short walk that I wanted to take took FOR EVER.
I ended up with so many random pieces of garbage in my pocket. Rather in my pocket than in V’s mouth. And the poor dog. Mid-poop, V did a dash out into the road. I tried a ‘grab, bag and run’. And had no option but to stuff that filled poop-bag into my pocket. V was, at this point, in the middle of the street and giggling madly. Chewie was still in mid-squat but no-longer on the grass (poor dog). I had poo in my pocket. And some random Halloween garbage.
Half way back we encountered an awful combination of other dogs, other people and the road in front of our house. just the sight of this road is enough for Little man to do a fast dash for the middle of it. Collapse when I try and pick him up. Cry. Thrash. Cry some more. And then, at this perfect time, everyone in the neighbourhood walks their dog or turns onto our road and tries to park their car.
But can they?
No, they cannot.
And why you ask?
As my child is having a tantrum in the middle of the street, effectively blocking any passage down it.
Hi neighbours! Please watch me parent my child in public! Please don’t judge me too much…
And if you are, go to the above sites and judge them too….