Walking our buns off...

It was true God time today with the monitos.

At 5:00 I decided that we were going to WALK, yes, WALK to Whole Paycheck. That is, according to MapQuest, .95 mile away from home. And we walked.

Now, for me that is not a huge task; I do that all the time to get to the gym. The huge task for me, indeed, was the patience factor--waiting for especially my youngest with the really tiny, short legs to, at his pace, keep up with the "big kids."

He did phenomenally well. I kept trying to find little incentives, like, "Oh, you can balance here!" or "Look, a fire engine!" (sidenote here: I have started substituting 'engine' or any other suitable word for 'truck' as, in the Young Prince's vernacular, 'truck' comes out sounding like a rather profane action...and he LOVES his f***s. Big f**k. Small f**k. Bob (the Builder) f**k. Cement f**k. Dump f**k. And the like. You get the picture. The relatives love it.)

A rewarding dinner at Whole Paycheck, followed by potty breaks for all and shopping for the cheese that I so need for the lasagna I am making for MY birthday dinner tomorrow night (the cake is for him. I went through 40 hours of labor, so I at least get to eat what I want for dinner!) and, spirits rejuvenated, we headed back for home, singing "Little Red Caboose" all the way home.

What joy. What fun. What a great way to get in touch with my inner child. I love feeling so at-peace, and with my beautiful children holding each of my hands while walking down the street singing Buckwheat Zydeco...well, that just can't be beat. Thank you, God!