My son Max has become a runner. It doesn't matter where we go, or how happy he is there, he clearly feels the need to be elsewhere. So he goes. This means that when we're at the mall play area, he'd rather be in Maurices 200 feet away, or when we're in the "ball room" at the Children's Museum, he'd rather be in the Flight room.
Well, yesterday we were at the park and he decided that he'd rather be on the baseball field, so he went. Well, I was nursing Maggie in the sling at the time, so off I went to join him. Then he ran. So I had to run. I never thought I'd ever have to learn to run while nursing a baby. But I have. It's not easy, nor is it necessarily fun. However, it did lead me to think of all the weird random things I've learned to do. So, I've decided to keep a running list.
2 months ago
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