Recluse

I’m thinking about becoming a recluse.
Some days it just seems like it would be easier. We went out
for a walk today with two friends and their kids (3 moms, 3
tots, 3 babes) and it was nice… mostly. Lex and Eve were both
sans naps, but that was the only way I was able to get out of
the house. I tried for an hour to get them to nap, but when my
friend called to see if we wanted to walk I gave up and headed
out. I figured I’d just get them extra tired for an early
bedtime. Instead the final leg of the walk involved me carrying
Eve and chasing Lex then forcing him into the stroller with Eve
precariously balanced in my arm. He was exhausted and sooooo
dirty! We picked up Alan and our shiny old car (got the Saturn
serviced and cleaned and boy is it nice now!) and headed home.
Bath was crazy, dinner was short and crazy and bedtime was long
and drawn out with lots of tears from both of them. So much for
an early bedtime! Days, naps, and bedtime usually go smoother
when we don’t go anywhere further than the yard. Now that it’s
summer maybe I’ll just be a serious home body and give up the
little remaining social life I have…. hmmm… that might put
a damper on my Pampered Chef party plans though! :)

Pics: (ok, the batteries in my camera
were dead so I wasn’t able to take any real pictures, but just
close your eyes and visualize these two scenes I would have
captured)

1 – Lex, in his
orange long sleeve shirt, blue jeans and matching hat and
Crocs, holding hands with Josie in a pink dress and blond hair,
holding hands with Dylan in shorts, tshirt,and a baseball cap.
The three of them walked, ran, and played like this for several
minutes. I was behind them and it would have made a really cool
picture.

2 – Lex and Josie sitting in
our double stroller with the giant flexible sun shade pulled
down over them and just their little blond heads poking out the
top. Lex had it tucked under their necks like a blanket. Very
cute.

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