Three mornings a week for three hours I am on my own with just my littlest two.
It's funny how just John Paul and Luke at home makes the house feel empty! I'm settling into this new routine and figuring out how to make it work well. I definitely have to fight the tendency to switch into overdrive mode and focus on getting a lot done with my *relatively* empty house :)
So this morning we went for a walk and I took photos. Luke is confined to the stroller when we're out, not his first choice but he's resigned to it :( He'd love to get down and get grubby but if you knew how filthy the ground was here you would never in a zillion years let him out of your grip. In Thailand he loved crawling around outside but here.... not an option.
John Paul, my man on the move, jogging up in front. But, oh wonderful life skill learned... he is a professional at stopping when I call his name and he's so proud that he learned how to walk while holding the stroller.
This is a game-changer in our toddler world. Now that he is a stroller-holder we can go for plenty of walks, enjoy our freedom, run to our hearts content.... but when I need to exercise a little more control of the situation and John Paul needs to stick close to me.... well, he's holding tight to the stroller.
And here's one of those times I was glad he's learned to stop when I ask him too. For who did we discover at the corner store but two chickens (tied to a sign post, surrounded by cardboard, a few plastic crates, a pile of uneaten noodles in a takeout box, one electric three wheeled bike and an electric scooter).
This little store is the very first stop once exiting our apartment complex.... we're frequent shoppers, but the chickens are new additions. The entire shop is the size of a single stall garage. It sells more than you might think :)
But not chickens. I'm pretty sure they aren't for sale.