Carsen is an excellent communicator. Sometimes she even over communicates.
Examples:
(Carsen is standing in the doorway to the garage, and the door naturally swings shut)
"No door! Stop shutting on me!"
(Carsen receives a new set of Sleeping Beauty underpants)
"Come out! Come out sleepy underpants!"
(as she smacks them against the floor in an attempt to open them)
Friday, February 27, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Life Goal: accomplished
Count it! I accomplished one of my life goals this weekend. It was (drum roll please...) to wear both of my kids at the same time.
Katrina was out helping the Shiloh ministry, a ministry at our church dedicated to serving women afflicted by infertility & miscarriage. That left me at home with the kids. As she was leaving, Katrina said, "It's great weather right now. You might want to take them out for a walk or something." With about 1.5 hours to nap time and 2 kids on my hands, I decided that a nice walk was probably my best bet.
I looked out in the garage and saw our baby back-pack, purchased at a consignment sale for Carsen and then never used because she was scared of it. No better time to drag it out and see if Little Man would feel differently than his sister. I asked Carsen, "You wanna get in this back-pack?", already knowing the answer. "Ok!" she replied, curiously checking out the black and green contraption. Uh-oh. I have a personal rule that I don't rescind my offers to my kids without a really good reason. So now Carsen was going to ride in the back-pack. What was I getting myself into?
Obviously Canon had to be worn, so I loaded him into the Baby Bjorn. Then I deployed the back-pack (it can stand by itself b/c it has foldable legs) and loaded Carsen into it. Now how was I going to get this kid on my back? Picking the back-pack up by one strap would probably topple the whole thing over. Then I noticed a handy strap on the back of the kid pouch part. I grabbed the strap with my left, a strap with my right, and awkwardly hoisted the whole thing onto my back. After a little grunting and squirming, we all stood there slightly dazed by the awesomeness & discomfort of it all. Two kids, one dad, one pair of feet on the ground. And then we headed off to the park.
Katrina was out helping the Shiloh ministry, a ministry at our church dedicated to serving women afflicted by infertility & miscarriage. That left me at home with the kids. As she was leaving, Katrina said, "It's great weather right now. You might want to take them out for a walk or something." With about 1.5 hours to nap time and 2 kids on my hands, I decided that a nice walk was probably my best bet.
I looked out in the garage and saw our baby back-pack, purchased at a consignment sale for Carsen and then never used because she was scared of it. No better time to drag it out and see if Little Man would feel differently than his sister. I asked Carsen, "You wanna get in this back-pack?", already knowing the answer. "Ok!" she replied, curiously checking out the black and green contraption. Uh-oh. I have a personal rule that I don't rescind my offers to my kids without a really good reason. So now Carsen was going to ride in the back-pack. What was I getting myself into?
Obviously Canon had to be worn, so I loaded him into the Baby Bjorn. Then I deployed the back-pack (it can stand by itself b/c it has foldable legs) and loaded Carsen into it. Now how was I going to get this kid on my back? Picking the back-pack up by one strap would probably topple the whole thing over. Then I noticed a handy strap on the back of the kid pouch part. I grabbed the strap with my left, a strap with my right, and awkwardly hoisted the whole thing onto my back. After a little grunting and squirming, we all stood there slightly dazed by the awesomeness & discomfort of it all. Two kids, one dad, one pair of feet on the ground. And then we headed off to the park.
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