It wouldn't take me too long to come up with a title for this chapter of our family's story if asked for one. In fact, it pops to mind straight away: Chaos. We're in Chapter Chaos. Will and I both work full-time, Miss K is starting to discover her groove (and her ability to stand up to her brother) and J Bear is excelling at being two - an exuberant, sitting-still-is-for-babies kind of two. It's the ultimate adventure.
Associating rather strongly with the whole experiences-are-better-than-things mentality, we're big on weekend adventures. All four of us. Which sounds pretty glorious, but - in essence - adds a lot more chaos. We're a bit of a travelling circus right now.
Because, you see, Mom, ever the optimist, would come up with the idea to go for a Sunday morning family run. Dad, having eaten his weight in junk food during the week and feeling remorse, would say that it's an excellent idea and immediately start looking for his running shoes. Mom would proceed with dressing the kids, packing the diaper bag, preparing juices and snacks, getting herself dressed, packing the car, brushing three sets of teeth and changing a last-minute poopy diaper. And dad would still be looking for his running shoes.
On the way to the farm, Little Brother would moan non-stop in an attempt to be freed from the baby seat, Sister would belt out Twinkle Twinkle at the top of her lungs and Little Brother would, in between bouts of moaning, inform her that her rendition of Twinkle stinks. Whereafter she would cry inconsolably and he would contribute another poopy diaper.
Once at the farm and strapped into the double stroller, Sister would, within the first two minutes of running, announce that she wants to run with Mama and, of course, Little Brother would follow suit. The procession would come to a halt, Sis and Bro would be freed from the stroller, and a joyful, shrieking, arms-in-the-air 100 m of running would become the highlight of the excursion. But then Sister would bump her big toe, producing two drops of blood, and everybody would be consoled and strapped back into the stroller. Mom and Dad would finally have the chance to huff out five double stroller hill repeats, and Dad would express his remorse about that second helping of dessert for the tenth time.
|A shriekingly joyful moment of bliss.|
After the run Little Brother would step in fresh cattle poop before getting into the car, Sister would refuse to get into the car with Little Brother and the cattle poop, and Mom would sigh in disbelief at once again underestimating the family's wet wipe requirements.
Chapter Chaos. It's definitely one for the books. x