Another Level of Motivation

There are days when I wonder why I never seem to get anything done, then there are days like Sunday when I'm all THAT IS WHY.

You guys, toddlers are a full-time job. It is a nonstop, every second matters job. Between the chaos and shenanigans, they're wonderful little creatures who do amazing things. But chaos. And shenanigans.

THAT IS WHY THEY ARE SO CUTE.

Mila was on a mission this weekend. She was on a mission to destroy all of the things. She painted her face with mascara. She made it rain granola bars by climbing the pantry shelves. She rode the cat like a bull at the rodeo. She danced on top of the table. And that was all before lunch. The things she accomplished in the afternoon were an even more impressive excerpt from the Toddler Guide to Making Mom Run Away.

Which, it's going to take more than that, kid. Those random hugs and tiny giggles and general awesomeness do balance out the endless messes. YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME. SO THERE.

While I wasn't willing to run away from She Who Destroyed All of the Things, I did figure out a temporary solution. I figured out that while duct tape is probably not the best idea, tying the kid into a small confined space is.

Hello, bike trailer! You're a lot like a cage! But better!

It turns out that while I would rather it be cold and snowy, having unseasonably warm weather isn't all bad. Mila very happily climbed into her bike trailer and then even more happily sat there, keeping her hands to herself, while I rode all over our neighborhood.

And rode all over our neighborhood some more.

And some more.

Every time I tried to stop, Mila was all NOPE. All the nopes. She threw nopes around like Shriners throwing candy at a parade.

She wouldn't get out of the trailer.

And she wouldn't stop yelling, "GOOOOOO."

I finally had to drag her kicking and screaming back into the house because I couldn't ride another mile without collapsing into a pile in the middle of the road.

So, basically, if you're in need of a personal trainer, I've got the girl for you. She will cheer you on and refuse to let you stop. Just don't set her loose in your house.

Comments

[Katie in MA]

That IS motivational! And I bet a lot cuter than having Jillian yell at you every time you stop. ;-) How are your legs? Can you walk? Should we send help? (Or a really strong bicyclist?)