I took my son for a walk today. Or at least, I meant to. I was having a really good day and had all my writing-work done for the day, and it was actually warm outside. (50s. my standards of warm are really low this time of year).
So I put on his little shoes and out we go. And he drags me to the garage. When I finally convince him to stop trying to open it for me (we don't have a powered door) he drags me back to the front door. And then repeat.
What ever happened to going for a walk?
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Well, Viev, that WAS a walk, for him !!!!
Remember he was widdle bitty feet, and at his age, every time he opens his eyes its a WHOLE new world !
I'll email ya soon.
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