Lately, it seems that if I want to leave the house with both kids on an adventure, the magic hour is 3pm. If I'm lucky, Linc has taken an afternoon nap in his crib and not in my lap and I've showered. So some days, even though I'm so tired I could cry, I load up the kids and venture out.
Last week I took them to the farm since it was 70* outside and I felt guilty keeping them in the house.
It was pretty adorable, except that I ended up backtracking and walking all around the farm to revisit animals we had already passed, but couldn't actually stop and see because they weren't next on the list. HA!
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