Who's your baghdaddy?
Last night Alisa came over and we went for a walk to Bas-u-kin Ro-bin-su. Rowan had a baby ice cream cone. Just kidding. But she is really holding it in this picture!!
Chillaxin' in the Bjorn with Alisa.
It's been so hot out that yesterday evening was the perfect temp to go for a walk, and eat ice cream. In other news, my tabs expired and I haven't gone to Worthington license yet to renew them, so I took the bus yesterday. The bus guy was so rude to me!! I was struggling to get the stroller up the stairs (which he didn't lower for me) and then he gave me a dirty look and asked me if I was "new" at this. I didn't know if he meant being a mom or being a mom on the bus, or riding the bus. He then told me I must remove the baby from the carriage (to which I thought, let's be real, no one says carriage, unless your British, and he wasn't) and proceeded to ask, "doesn't that stroller collapse?" Indeed it does, but that would defeat the purpose of taking the bus to Target to get diapers and use the basket of the stroller, now wouldn't it? Anywho, we are giving the bus one more shot today--I wanted to run up to Alderwood (except with the bus it's more like riding a saddled sloth than a 'run up') and pick up a few things, but this time, no carriage. Just a back pack and a baby Bjorn. I'll report on this trip with my next post :)
1 comment:
well at least you're giving public trans a try, that's good. Don't let a bus driver change your mind. Think of the memories your creating for Lucy and baby as you travel to and fro. keep it up!!
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