For the first time since giving birth, I worked out in the morning. And though, strapping Nathan into a jogging stroller and walking the handful of blocks from our house to the park doesn’t constitute aerobic exercise, it did require movement. And there was a hill! And not once did I stop at the McDonald’s along the way, or head back to the sanctity of my fridge (oh how you understand my needs, Frigidaire).
If I had spent money on the jogging stroller, I might be more motivated to use it. But it didn’t cost me a penny to pick it up off the internet or to fill up the tires at Aaron’s Bicycle Repair, the best bike shop in West Seattle.
I am paying for that sloppy haircut, however, since Mike vehemently detests how I ruined the perfect cut Lisa styled when I pulled Nathan’s bangs together and chopped them off with a pair of blunt scissors. Mike says Nathan looks like Nero but I think he resembles Jim Carrey in Dumb and Dumber. I don’t know which is worse: a haircut mirroring the persecution of early Christians or one of the stupidest movies known to man.
We did manage to successfully host the “First Annual Hickey Hoe Down,” which Mike wanted to change to the “First Annual Hickey Hoes Go Down” and I in turn suggested it be called, “Not With That Name Or It’ll Be The Last Time I Ever Drive to Safeway Because You Can’t Remember That We Need Plastic Forks.”
There were burgers and babies, two sets of Lisa’s and a small pool that entertained easily-distracted toddlers. I would have taken more pictures, but Nathan dropped the camera and now the battery compartment flap does not stay shut. I did get this shot of Nathan clearly proving that you do not need to be in the water to get wet: