This week I was able to go on my first ever field-trip with my baby girl Gwenna.
We went with our pre-school group to a family owned farm over in Gilbert and,
since it was a ways away we all decided to carpool to save on gas and plus its just more fun getting to visit with someone you might not see a whole lot of otherwise.
I had the privilege of riding with the lovely Laurie and her kiddos. She is one gorgeous girly and so fun to talk to.
Anyway the weather was lovely and the day seemed to be filled with promises of adventures and future memories.
Or so it seemed.
Laurie, having a baby boy about 18 months old, brought along her stroller to push since we would be doing a lot of walking.
Gwenna innocently asked if she could push the stroller since the baby was out and walking around.
And that's when the trouble began.
The stroller somehow became an extension of herself.
She wouldn't walk away from it unless she had the reassurance that no one else would touch it.
-Lets look at the cow.
The stroller looks at the cow also.
-Let's ride the tractor.
The stroller couldn't ride, but was safely waiting for her anxious return. Trust me, she was not happy about it being out of sight. Someone might touch it.
-Next, lets take some pictures by the pumpkins- so Mommy can feel like this was worth the $10.00 and since you won't do anything else because that would mean leaving the stroller and heaven forbid anyone else should get a turn pushing the now very popular and highly requested stroller among other 4 year olds and even the suggestion that you take turns or at the very least share a handle has brought tears to your eyes and I want photographic proof that we did indeed go on our very first field trip together which you won't remember because you are all consumed with this new obsession that has made your My Little Pony collection seem like a long forgotten dream and which you will talk about for the next week straight to the point of which you even convince Daddy to get out your old baby stroller so you can push it around the house and scrape up all the walls and even more surprising to even take it to the store with us and push you around in it even though Daddy is slightly embarrassed that you are a 4 year old in a baby stroller and now even I am slightly regretting having gone to the Farm in the first place even if it meant missing out on the missed photo opportunities.
I tried to get her to let it go long enough to take some photos.
Her body language says it all.
With the ugly part. Not the dropping a baby part.
Well, only if it's as ugly as this squash.
Imagine if my mother had felt that way.
I would have been a dropped baby.
Dropped many many times. I looked a lot like this baby squash.
So, no. I do not condone the dropping of any babies.
Even ugly squash babies.
Or ugly babies that look like squash. ( Thank you Mom for never dropping your baby that looked like this squash either.)
She walked all over it, and was very ungrateful for the time and energy the Mommy Squash put into making her a special Halloween hair bow after she begged and begged for one.....oh, wait.
On to more contrived photos.
Body language people! You play the expert here and tell me what you think she is thinking about. She is darling though. I will give her that. It is the only reason she gets away with the stuff she does. Well, and maybe because I love her too.