Max and I have been walking to the park near our house at least once a day lately, so that we can stretch our legs and get some fresh air. Max has begun neglecting the playground equipment in favor of a new and novel activity -- running like a maniac all over the park lawn and up and down the walkways. He has just recently discovered that he can walk independently while he is outside, and he wants the world to see him in action. Today, I was apparently taking a little bit too long getting ready to go, because Max took it upon himself to speed up the leaving process. Behold ...
Seeing that I was at least a drink of water and a trip to the bathroom away from being ready to go, Max decided to drop me a hint or two, in the form of putting himself into his own stroller.
It was an uphill battle at first, getting the diapered hindquarters up over the snack tray ...
... but once the majority of Max was up and over, the rest was easier.
Pleased with his accomplishments, and blissfully unaware that he was about to be removed so that socks and a jacket could be applied to him (no, Granny, I did not take Max out with bare feet), Max settled himself into his hard-won throne.
He was quite displeased to discover that, even after relieving me of the necessity of strapping him into the stroller, I was not as ready to go as he was. Is it possible, he wondered to himself, that Mama doesn't hear the call of the open park walkways as strongly as I do? How could it be so?
Seeing that I was at least a drink of water and a trip to the bathroom away from being ready to go, Max decided to drop me a hint or two, in the form of putting himself into his own stroller. 
It was an uphill battle at first, getting the diapered hindquarters up over the snack tray ...
... but once the majority of Max was up and over, the rest was easier.
Pleased with his accomplishments, and blissfully unaware that he was about to be removed so that socks and a jacket could be applied to him (no, Granny, I did not take Max out with bare feet), Max settled himself into his hard-won throne.
He was quite displeased to discover that, even after relieving me of the necessity of strapping him into the stroller, I was not as ready to go as he was. Is it possible, he wondered to himself, that Mama doesn't hear the call of the open park walkways as strongly as I do? How could it be so?
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It's fuzzy, too -- it makes him feel like a stuffed animal. :-)
ummm...i'm sorry, but, are you telling us that its nice enough to go to the park without a sweater? A jacket? A freaking PARKA AND GLOVES AND TOUQUE AND A SNOW SUIT?????? ok ok, i realize you are not getting -15 degree weather and don't have 8 feet of snow built up in your front yard that you can no longer see past. I'm just venting my jealousy.
Mostly, if it makes you feel any better, we do need jackets or sweaters to go to the park. But no, none of us even own a parka or a snowsuit, and only Max has touque-like hats, and he hates wearing them.
In fact is was around 20 degrees F (about 7 degrees Canadian) like two nights ago and that was nearly newsworthy. Everyone coming into the store "boy it's cold out...heard it was going to be 20 degrees to night...better get ready".
Again...just more reasons to come visit Davis, California. Warm weather, cozy flannel pyjamas, and adorable Tillman children.
P.S. Hey, where can I get a cute icon like Chelsa and Ian's?
just an observation...but the icons (not unlike the mona lisa) always seem to be looking at you...WHEREVER YOU MAY BE! If I didn't thinik they were cute and representative of my Californian family I might find that a little disturbing.
That's us -- cute and a little disturbing. :-)
granny - Click here for cute icon creator
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