Sunny day called for getting out.
Bundled those boys up.
Catered to last minute pleas for "blanket blanket!"
Got baby H snug as a bug.
Then naturally couldn't find my keys.
Looking, looking...
Boys start to get a teeny bit impatient.
Consider just leaving door unlocked...
Then find keys!
Enjoy chilly walk to coffee shop.
Park boys by entrance and smile at them as I wait in line.
They are just fine.
Then proceed to enjoy the second half of our little walk.
Play peek a boo to Eli's giggle eruptions and Henri's cracked smiles.
Enjoy the best latte I've had in a while.
Walk home to smiling folks passing by. "You've got your hands full" one lady says and then turns back around and says, "but that's the best kind of full".
I thank her, not sure what else to say. But yes, yes it is the best kind of full.
Sometimes it's the getting out, the fresh air, the gratefulness found in little moments that helps to see this is indeed the best kind of full.
Chillin in Stumptown like all the cool babies/toddlers do these days.
Cheers!
(This thing is getting easier to use/push now that the weight distribution is getting more equal ;)