Our double stroller arrived!!! It needs a name. Before it's named, it needs a gender... Considering how "tough looking" our stroller is, my immediate thought is to choose a female name. Naturally.
However, for me, this stroller represents an escape from our cozy cave, a means by which I can take my babies to the park, or the library, or to Nanna's house - oh, the possibilities!! (can you feel my excitement culminating? Can you?! CAN YOU!?) .
Excuse me, Eliza... what's so funny? Ah, that's right. There is a load of snow outside. Why she thinks that's funny, I'm not sure. Perhaps, it's a coping mechanism. But yes, she is right. It looks like I might be writing another letter of complaint to Mother Nature...
The word or phrase that screams at me when I envision Eliza, Henry and myself taking our first stroll as a threesome was most notably exclaimed by him..."FREE(eeeee) - DOM"
Thank you, William Wallace, I couldn't have said it better myself. So for now, our stroller's been dubbed as Mr. Wallace. We'll see how it fits.
Which leads me to a question for my friends who have delivered babies in the late fall/winter. What did you do to help maintain your sanity?
Eliza's taken up, "extreme bouncing" - I have a video of her in action that I will soon post. I should probably require that she wear a helmet before engaging in such extreme sports. But this activity helps battle toddler wiggles.
Another favorite pastime, eating. Developing an unhealthy bond with the TV is another way our time is spent... more specifically, Eliza (with the help of our DVD player) has created an obsession with Thomas the Train. As a result, Eliza has a deep rooted bond with her Thomas boots or her "Choos!!" as she lovingly refers to them. She wears them everyday. It's a miracle I got her to wear her Sunday shoes to Church yesterday.I was excited that Eliza was the first to dive into my Mom's dress-up's yesterday. She hasn't expressed much of a preference for anything "girly." However, she picked out her tinker bell outfit and wore it all night ... along with her boots of course. As for Henry, he is content passing the time by sleeping and allowing people to stare at him. At least that's one of my favorite things to do (and Andrews).
...hold and look at Henry.