The afternoon was young, the sun was out, and my baby’s tummy was full of milk. The timing was perfect for me to venture out for a stroll through my neighbourhood. I zipped Avelyn into her snowsuit. She screamed. I set her on the couch so I could sprint to the car to retrieve the stroller. She screamed. I gently placed her in the stroller. And yes, she screamed. Perhaps this was a bad idea. Once I pushed her out the door and the sunlight hit our faces and I started moving, the screaming stopped. Because she was taking an extra long breath to fill her lungs with enough air to make the next howl really count. "Gah! I’m doing this for you, Avelyn! You need variety in your days, so I am going to take you outside so you can learn about things like cumulus clouds, the changing seasons, and how it’s important to make exercise a daily part of one’s life." (In other words, it was 2:00 and I refuse to watch Passions and nothing was new on the internet so I had nothing better to do than get my lazy arse outside.)
As I am leaving the driveway, Rolo comes to greet us.
"Hi, Rolo. You be a good boy and stay here with Steve, OK?" I pleaded.
Nope. He followed me. I should have turned back to grab his leash but did I mention the screaming? Because at this point it was still going strong and the only thought in my mind was to keep moving and maybe the screaming would stop. I decided to give Rolo the benefit of the doubt and allow him to accompany me unleashed.
This was my first mistake.
Rolo almost got hit by four cars, he chased after a bunny rabbit into someone’s backyard and they bellowed swears at him, he criss-crossed from side to side of the road, and I pretty much yelled at him the whole time. Which made Avelyn scream even louder.
Tomorrow I am totally watching Passions.
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Rolo is one wild dog on walks. I remember holding that leash for dear life while he tried to run after all the wild little creatures.
And poor screaming Avelyn. She probably hates winter. And I don’t blame her.
Instead of watching Passions, come over for another playdate. :)
I’m with Jen on the hating winter. It sucks.
OR you can come over and we’ll watch Ellen together while our daughters form a deep and unpenetrable friendship that is deeper than even you and I have. It will happen. It must happen.
noooo! Oh no. that’s so scary! I’d watch Passions too. You poor dear(s)
Rolo the Not-So-Wonder-Pooch?
Too funny – I literally was laughing out loud. Would it still bug you if I put that little accronym that you included on your list last post….
I don’t know you so I won’t :-)
Hi. I found you through Abbey, who I found through my sister Alison, because they both went to Capernwray together. I really love to read your blog, it makes me laugh… and I also hate “LOL”! Thanks for entertaining me!
These babies today…there’s just no reasoning with them, is there? Good thing she’s a cutie :)
It’s a good thing Rolo wasn’t hurt; if Passions has taught us nothing else, it’s that when a family member is injured, you will have to get a home health care worker, (who happens to be an orangutan named Precious) who will inevitably fall in love with your significant other, and really, who needs that?
Daytime TV is horrible, I do feel your pain. It’s the perfect motivation for me to actually do homework instead of avoiding it.
Because she’s so darn cute, and the imagined look on your face at the time, I actually laughed out loud.
Great post!
I remember the first time that you boasted about the distinct stench of your belly button. As I recall, we made up a song about it didn’t we?
This post really made me laugh out loud! Thanks, I needed it!
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