Baby Bear and I went for a walk today and I wasnt sure exactly where we would end up, all I knew was that I had to make atleast two miles but should really walk five. In order to stay on track with my 500 miles in 2011 of course. So I bundled him up in his snow suit, hat, bundleme and two blankets since it was 21 degrees out yet someone still refuses to keep his mittens on and gets cold hands as a result. This greatly displeases both the Mama and Baby Bear.
Did I also mention the sidewalks in winter are terrible? I thought the sidewalks in Portland were bad but here is so much worse. Who plows the sidewalks and then the street? it makes no sense and half the walk I am steaming mad since I have to walk in the road since hello? strollers are not sleds. Even if you are using a Bob Revolution which has magic powers but sled is not one of them.
We ended up at the library and I had the exact amount of money to pay off my library fees…thrilling i know.
I got a huge cook book and am finally excited to start making new recipes. I don’t like coking for just myself however. Baby Bear is starting to eat more soft finger foods so I may be able to get away with feeding him as well. I also got a gardening book and some sewing books so I can actually know what I am doing! Insert some flirting with librarians and getting back into the stroller.
On the way home I looked down and saw orange and thought to myself “hmm that’s weird where is that orange stuff coming from?” It came from the small beasts mouth, and it was lunch I had fed him before we left! Oh My Gosh! I didn’t have a burp cloth or wipes or hey a spare snow suit or bundle me while out on our walk. Sigh. I yogged (walking/jogging) home as fast as possible to clean up the mess. The one receiving blanket just prevented the puke from spreading. So who falls asleep after pukeagedon? Baby Bear. It was worse than I thought puke was everywhere.
After a nap in his swing I heard more massive puking from a small being….more stuff to wash. Like the baby himself.
and a third puke on the carpet. UGH.
poor baby.
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