It is over 90 degrees in Tennessee and with the humidity, it feels like we are near the burning fires of Hell. The heat makes doing any kind of activity outdoors more difficult, but not impossible. And with two very active, young boys, time spent out of the house is an absolute requirement. We are creative in our plans, mindful of the sun, shade and always have lots of water on hand.
Today, we went for a hike in a lovely, forested park. The path was paved and surrounded by mature trees creating the perfect place for my wildings to run and burn off energy. It didn’t take long before they were slowing down and dripping with sweat.
“Carry me,” Baby Brother asked with upstretched arms.
“No, me,” Little Legs insisted as he shoved his brother aside.
“You are both big boys and can walk,” I explained, my hands were already full with their water bottle and abandoned hats.
“Maybe you should carry your brother?” I mistakenly suggested to Little Legs.
Little Legs took this as permission to grab his brother by the waist to start carrying him like a lumpy, sweaty sack of potatoes. Baby Brother fought him off only to get a double back slap-shove as he escaped and tried to run away.
They both cried and resumed their futile request for human transport before deciding it was easier to claim a mobility-impairing injury. Little Legs went down and Baby Brother in true monkey see, monkey do fashion, followed in the exact same way.
“My knee hurts,” Little Legs wailed
“Knee hurt,” Baby Brother cried.
“We can’t walk,” Little Legs explained as their spokesperson.
They both proceeded to go belly up for a rest on the pavement.
In a surprise to no one, the heat brought out the crazy in both of them. They were only willing to move for the promise of orange push pops and blue Gatorade.
As for me, I was glad we found a way to beat the heat, that they could walk unassisted (if it wasn’t for their double knee injuries), carry their own water bottles (if they put their minds to it) and we could spend the day together.
Hot and crazy, but together.