First off, it bears mentioning that The Whuff is 3! Months! Old! today. I don’t know why this feels like a bigger milestone than two months did – perhaps because he’s transitioning into the next biggest clothes size? Maybe because he’s outgrown the “newborn” formula? Anyhow, he’s practically an adult over here. Holding up his own head and everything.
This impromptu photo with Grandma Isabel (who came over from Portugal for the wedding and is visiting for the week) is courtesy of a small adventure we had this afternoon. Somehow, we had the brilliant plan to take a walk this afternoon when it had clouded over. I brought an umbrella for us – but didn’t bother bring the plastic cover for his stroller, stupidly figuring that the canopy would be enough if it started raining. This is after the storm last night that woke us up with hail flying into our fifth floor window. My learning curve, it’s something else again.
So. There we were. Walking. Next to the river. Did I mention my not being the brightest crayon in the box over here? The river. I could just smack myself in the head. Of course I heard thunder, of course. So, we turned around to come home. And then the wind. The wind started blowing so hard that I was getting dirt in *my* eyes and I feared for The Whuff. We were very nearly home, but I didn’t dare walk with him exposed in the stroller with only the canopy to protect him – which did pretty much nothing for the wind.
We ducked into our handy dandy corner burrito shop. (It should be mentioned that considering how many burritos I ate while pregnant, this baby is about 20% burrito.) I bought a burrito for later because really, while nursing? I’ve never been hungrier in my life. I’m in a constant state of “I could eat.” As someone who has a very slow metabolism, this is all very new to me. Anyhow. Armed with burrito, I got Nuno to meet us with the car (and carseat!) and rescue us. Have I mentioned that we were a mere three blocks from home? Anyhow, we managed to get all humans and strollers and diaper bags into the car right quick, buckled the man into his seat, got home and ran him into the house without him getting a single drop of water on his wee head. I consider that a major accomplishment.
Now we’re home and very glad to be separated from the thunder and lightning by a nice sturdy roof. The kitties aren’t enjoying it so much, but we’re content to be dry and cozy. And hey, I’mma gonna go eat a burrito.
(PS: I just noticed looking at this photo that Whuff totally has Isabel’s eyes. Totally.)