We took the opposite approach to yesterday’s walking and went out at the earliest opportunity, rather than the latest. (Technically we did both but that’s neither here nor there)
We could have waited another day to go and pick up a couple of essentials but then I remembered that I always make pancakes on a Sunday so figured I should probably get more milk. What would a Sunday be without pancakes? Exactly. Pointless.
We had much more success getting her onto my back this morning. It was almost flawless! (Until her hat fell off)
I have been a Sling Mammy since before she was born. I just knew it would suit me to carry her – and I am so thankful it suits her too! It makes shopping trickier as I realistically can’t carry that much as I am not, in fact, a pack horse. But it has given us so much freedom. And it is a heck of a lot easier on the bus!
Peek-a-boo!
We clocked up a good chunk of steps by just trekking out to get milk, bread and blueberries. (Booblees?)
Another soupy lunch, more running about the flat chasing a multitude of balls, a big nap (her, not me) and then out for another walk before dinner.
Seems the good folk of Granton were feeling creative today!
Daftie started out walking with me this evening. We went out the back, had a good rummage through the snow, shouted at the “Boirdies!” for a bit and then headed off down the road.
Now. I do pride myself on having a good stock of patience within me but it does take a lot of strength of character trying to coax your Small Human away from only wanting to walk back and forth across the street. There were piles of snow, some cleared bits of pavement, a weird wee paved ramp leading up to an apartment block. But no. She just wanted to walk through the gross slushy, blackened driven snow. Odd creature.
Cannot breathe for laughing. That face though.
Reached the 10,000 mark on the walk back to the flat for dinner. Get in!
Three for three. On a roll!
Travels With My Daftie 