So yesterday we set out on a walk to Basha’s (our local grocery store). It was around 4:30 and I decided Taylor and I should make some homemade bread, but I needed the yeast. So, with Basha’s not even a half a mile down the road, and the entire evening ahead of us, we set out with our play shopping cart, the singing monkey that Pops gave us, and a sippy cup of milk. By the time we hit the gated entrance to our neighborhood (which is not even a 3 minute walk–although it took us 10), I was carrying the shopping cart on my shoulder and the milk was gone. I had the sneaking suspiscion this adventure was a bad idea. 20 minutes into the walk, Taylor wanted me to carry her. 30 minutes into the walk, I could still only catch a glimpse of our destination through the trees..(“I don’t remember it being this far..”). 35 minutes into the walk and just a few steps closer, we stopped to analyze the sand and rocks that made the trail. Then we tried to find the lizard that darted through the underbrush. Then we let monkey play in the dirt. Then we let the trees tickle our cheeks and head, and said, “Hey! stop tickling me tree!” about 37 times. Then we had to work through a temper tantrum because I carried her past the bridge she desperately wanted to explore (Hey, we had to get things moooving, you know…).
FINALLY, 50 minutes later we were rounding the corner to Basha’s and my patience was at an all time low. I just wanted to get into Basha’s, get the damn yeast and forget about the freakin bread( who the hell makes homemade bread, anyway!) At this point, I didn’t even know if we were going to get back before dark. But somewhere during our walk I had promised Taylor a smoothie (again, to move her along–I know I’m not the only one who has used bribe here and there), and now she was clamoring for it. So, thinking I could probably use a little down time, I decided to follow through and we sat to enjoy our drinks. Taylor was happily sipping her strawberry smoothie and I was just thinking about how obliviously happy she wasand how much I was dreading the walk back. So, instead of focusing on the negative, I looked at Taylor and said, “do you know how much I love you?”
And she stood on her chair, did a little swaying back and forth, and belted out for all of Basha’s to hear ” I lub you! I lub you! I lub yoooooouuuu, tooooooo, Momma!” in a nice little tune she made up of the top of her head. Then she smiled and said, “and I LUUUB my smoovie!”
And this is why I lub staying at home with my daughter.
By the way, we didn’t get home until 7:15…