We got all geared up, Van in the BOB, Soph on the leash for a casual stroll around the neighborhood. Since it wasn't a major hoofing walk, I was in sandals. About 15 minutes away from the house, the bottom falls.
I kept walking at first because I tried to convince myself it was only leftover raindrops falling from the trees...but eventually realized I needed to bolt home. Of course Sophie decides to stop and try to poo every 3 seconds while I'm running as fast as possible in a skirt and sandals pushing this enormous stroller...Van starts screaming from the cold rain drops hitting his little sausage legs. What a mess! {And funny mental picture I am sure}... We made it home and I decided this scenario was humbly refreshing. I can hear Rhombus saying now "welcome to motherhood!" haha
We were all soaked so I stripped Van down to his diaper and let him take it out on the drums.
raindrops on sausage legs....perfect visual - and i know it well....we had hail falling on fray's sausage legs the other weekend! <3 i'm sure he was refreshed, and channeled the experience in his percussion.
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