Fall is here with cooler temps, grey skies and orange and brown leaves for Little Legs to crunch. It is a welcome break from the intense heat of summer that kept us inside for most of the day. Time to pull out the fuzzy socks, sweaters and jeans and put away the shorts and tank tops.
Unfortunately, in starting this clothing transition, I realized that Little Legs outgrew all his warm clothes and needs a new winter wardrobe as a Mister 2T. Thanks to on-line shopping, we can have pants and sweaters within a few days and never have to set foot in a store. Baby Brother will inherit anything that doesn’t get too stretched or stained, but at this rate, it won’t be much.
Earlier today, we were undeterred by the chillier weather and went out for our walk. We were on the return leg with Baby strapped to my chest, and Little Legs strapped into a pair of sandals with socks, like a 20-month-old hippie, and a too-small sweater that left his wrists exposed.
We looked like a gang of vagabonds traveling through the hills of Tennessee.
I tried not to think about the incline at the last part of the journey. However, it was hard to ignore as the baby seemed to grow heavier with each step, the straps of his carrier a constant reminder on my shoulders and back.
“Car!” Little Legs shouted and grabbed my free hand in serious excitement at being my safety spotter.
We walked past the car, unmoving and parked in a driveway.
“Up!” Little Legs demanded as a reward.
“Come on, buddy. Can you walk a little more?” I asked.
“Please?” I begged.
He shook his head, stood in front of me and grabbed my legs, refusing to let us pass like a tiny road troll.
This was going to be a very long final march up the hill, I thought.
I bent down and Little Legs climbed onto my back and wrapped his arms around my neck.
With one on back and one in front, I stood back up summoning my Amazon *strong woman, not mega online shopping beast* energy. We powered up the hill with Little Legs bouncing up and down on my back, obviously envisioning himself as a jockey on a very slow horse.
A heavy-set man in a baggy t-shirt turned off the main road and started to speed walk towards us, pumping his arms back and forth.
As he passed us, he exclaimed without slowing, “Oooh hooo! You got a full load on you.”
I thought, how lucky am I to have such a beautiful and exhausting load.
With one on front and one on back, they are my life, my everything.