Friday Joe and I were babysitting Isla. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and we thought that a walk along the Bellingham waterfront would be lovely. So, we loaded Isla’s stroller into the car and headed to Fairhaven and the trail that leads to Boulevard Park. Ready for some brisk exercise, we got the stroller out of the car and attempted to strap Isla in. it. But we soon realized that she had a different plan. She wanted to walk. And, not only did she want to walk, she also wanted to carry her stuff. At first that just included her ducky and her water bottle.
But then, she decided she needed to carry a package of wipes, too.
Of course, the water bottle was heavy, and the wipes were both heavy and slippery, and they needed repositioning every 3 or 4 steps.
Our brisk walk had turned into a very, very slow stroll, 3 or 4 steps at a time. Grandpa finally lifted Isla onto his shoulders.
Must have been too scary. Because at that point, she chose the stroller.
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