Yesterday was so awesome.
A friend of mine had organized a day trip to a nearby small town/countryside place. There were five adults (four moms and a dad) and four babies. The day started with two train rides, a bus ride, and a short walk to meet the other parents, and I was thrilled when it all went smoothly and according to plan–and Theo had gotten in a 45 minute nap. We started out on our long walk, taking breaks for the needs of various babies. Theo got to get out of the stroller and stretch his legs, and the views were so wonderful. I felt a bit like I was back in Wisconsin, with the sweeping fields and small woods. We stopped to buy some local honey, and then again later on for a picnic where all three mobile babies very much enjoyed themselves (and some watermelon). After that, we went on a trek for a hot dog stand, which included some very rough terrain, but our stroller cleared it wonderfully, and except for some stinging nettle, we were all unscathed. Theo slept most of the way through the fields/woods, but was quite happy when he woke up again upon our arrival at the aforementioned hot dog stand.
Believe it or not, all that took five hours without a single complaint from Theodore. He’s never cleared a trip so well before, and I got to enjoy myself so, so much talking to the other parents, playing with the other babies, and just having such a relaxing day. I know it won’t always be like this, and goodness knows it hasn’t always been like this, but I was just so grateful to have a good day out with Theo. I was quite nervous, as I’ve never taken him so far from home by myself before, but it went incredibly smoothly. And since there were so few of us, I was completely at ease talking to the others.
I just can’t believe my luck!
Theo ended the day with an illicitly smuggled marshmallow, and an early bedtime, and Andreas and I finished watching The Help, (which we both loved, and had me in tears by the end) and had a lovely relaxing evening as well, complete with chips and dip, and a few s’mores (because of course, I had to empty the bag of marshmallows that Theo had ripped open.)
I’m quite bummed that I forgot to take pictures all day, but I snagged one of Theo’s First Marshmallow, which he (very surprisingly) gave up quite easily after we let him enjoy half of it.