Lucy still hates the car. HATES the car. It has gotten pretty bad in the last week - to the point that she just has to
touch her
carseat and her little face will screw up into an expression of utter misery. The girl has excellent stamina - she can scream for an entire day of errands. Thanks to Lucy, my carpool is pretty unpopular.
Given the car situation, I had some
trepidations about trying out the baby jogger. But the ergo and the
bjorn are starting to make my back tired, so I bravely stuck her in the jogger seat, strapped her up, and off we went. And it was fabulous. Not a peep out of my girl for an entire hour. Through the little window on the canopy I watched her watch the world go by. What a relief.
Another quick word about the baby jogger. This late model jogger was purchased for Liam, nine years ago. It has been a loyal member of our family for all these years. It has been on numerous runs, weekly trips to the farmer's market, and has proven itself on many a trail. Most recently the purple jogger has lived with some good friends of ours, one of whom is an
ultramarathoner, so you can imagine how many miles have been put on these wheels. Pushed by L.T., this jogger was the first one to cross the finish line in the Butte to Butte last year. I hope our purple friend enjoyed her moment of glory, because it will be the first and last time
that happens!
The ladies: Leslie, Kirsten, Rhonda, Melissa and Lucy
Shades facilitated a nap on our way up the mountain.
Ryan told me what all these mountains are, but I forgot. (Was too focused on not falling over the cliff with the bjorn making me front-heavy.) After the hike we had a lovely dinner at the Dam Brewery, took hits from the oxygen machine in the condo, and played Taboo while slowly giving in to the odd combination of altitude and wine....
Two girls!
Sleepy pumpkin.
Joel and Lucy coached Milo's game together.
Cheering for Milo.
Milo and Miles - best friends and self proclaimed U-8 stars. This is their third year of playing together. They are formidable on the field, and as sweet as honey off the field. (Not so good at keeping the juice in the juicebox though...)
Another quick word about the baby jogger. This late model jogger was purchased for Liam, nine years ago. It has been a loyal member of our family for all these years. It has been on numerous runs, weekly trips to the farmer's market, and has proven itself on many a trail. Most recently the purple jogger has lived with some good friends of ours, one of whom is an ultramarathoner, so you can imagine how many miles have been put on these wheels. Pushed by L.T., this jogger was the first one to cross the finish line in the Butte to Butte last year. I hope our purple friend enjoyed her moment of glory, because it will be the first and last time that happens!
And this is my favorite warning sign in Eugene.
