Hiking - a Real Trip

Phrases heard (over and over) on our Saturday morning hike at Roxborough Park.

"Whylan hike wif purple backpack, okayyyyeeee?" (We recently boyified his backpack selection with a black cars backpack, but the purple Dora pack is still in his heart).

"Whylan see birdies. Mo birdiess again okayyyeeee?"

"Whylan see yellow flowers. More yellow flowers again okayyyeee?"

"Whylan see big bugs. More big bugs again okayyyyeee?"

You get the idea on that round of conversational elements.

Crying very loudly, followed by...."Bad big wocks! Wylan fall down - go boom! Bad big wocks!" The remainder of the hike was filled with, "Mommy help you Wylan. Holdin Wylan Mommy."

The hike ended promptly as Mommy's arms can't hold his 2.5 year old frame much longer than 10 minutes. Other than 2 very scraped up legs, the dude thoroughly enjoyed his hiking experience. As did Mom and Dad - especially after the 4 hour nap that followed.

Life. It doesn't get much sweeter than this.

Dad ends up carrying the empty backpack most of the way.

Kazoomhite dude. We'll start working on covering our mouth for these occasions.