Tuesday, August 05, 2003
Singing in the Rain
Yesterday, we went outside for the late afternoon outing and shopping expedition. Because it is such a pain to get out of my apartment, we tend to go outside for two 2-3 hour trips a day rather than in-out-in-out. Every day at around 3:30, we hit one of the playgrounds and then do the daily food shopping. Yesterday's shopping list included red potatoes, turkey, American cheese, and olives.
As we came out of Frank's, the over priced deli on 187th Street, it began to pour. We watched the rain under the awning for a while, but I got bored, so we went home in the rain. We were soaked even in that short walk around the corner.
What the hell? Puddle stomping time! I popped Ian out the stroller and the three of us ran around in the rain like fools for a half an hour.
Think the boys will remember what a cool mother I am when they become surly teenagers? Nah, I don't think so either.
Yesterday, we went outside for the late afternoon outing and shopping expedition. Because it is such a pain to get out of my apartment, we tend to go outside for two 2-3 hour trips a day rather than in-out-in-out. Every day at around 3:30, we hit one of the playgrounds and then do the daily food shopping. Yesterday's shopping list included red potatoes, turkey, American cheese, and olives.
As we came out of Frank's, the over priced deli on 187th Street, it began to pour. We watched the rain under the awning for a while, but I got bored, so we went home in the rain. We were soaked even in that short walk around the corner.
What the hell? Puddle stomping time! I popped Ian out the stroller and the three of us ran around in the rain like fools for a half an hour.
Think the boys will remember what a cool mother I am when they become surly teenagers? Nah, I don't think so either.
