The Hiking Phase
Tuesday, September 4, 2018
burghbaby

It has been about two weeks since my world got flipped turned upside down (you're welcome for the ear worm). I took the girls hiking and one of them loved it while the other was all WAAAAAAH WAAAAH WAAAAAAAH.

The one who liked it happily jumped in the mud, climbed all over rocks, and was SO excited to be surrounded by nature.

The other one whined and moaned and groaned because her feet hurt, mud is dirty, rocks are dumb, and blah, blah, blah. Frankly, I stopped listening after about the fiftieth Whinefest.

Which, I would have predicted that I'd have one whiner and one girl all in, BUT I HAD THE GIRLS BACKWARDS. Wuuuuuut?

Indeed, it was Alexis who instantly fell in love with the idea of tromping through the forest and discovering new things. The kid has walked through streams with her shoes on, found herself covered in mud, and has loudly yelled, "EROSION IS SO COOL!"

I mean, she's a nerd, but I didn't expect The Cheerleader to be THAT kind of nerd. Aren't cheerleaders supposed to be wimps about dirt and work and such?

APPARENTLY NOT.

The other kid, the one who is a living, breathing mess, is the one who was all sorts of pissed off that she was surrounded by nature. She flipped out when some mud jumped up and attacked her shoe. She lost her mind about walking more than ten steps. She generally was a whiny mcwhiner about the whole thing.

So I made them go again. We might as well exploit this thing where they don't fit the roles they were born to fill, right? And then I made them go again and again and basically, that's how we have been filling our "free" time lately. If I have a few hours and need to entertain the two of them, I opt to find a random trail and make one happy while I piss the other one off. I'm not going to admit to which part of that is more fun.

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There's just one problem - the Tiny Human is starting to enjoy the organized chaos. I swear I saw the kid purposely jump in a mud puddle the other day and she walked the entirety of two miles without complaining more than twenty times.

That's a record.

If the weather holds out, I might just stick with it enough for the girls to flip opinions and go back to the worlds that I expect. We shall see.

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