With Thanksgiving gone, it's now time embrace Christmas with abandon. I started early on Tuesday by asking my dad, if due to recent events, the amount they were willing to spend on me for Christmas has been increased by 50%. The response was encouraging. Excited about my possible Christmas windfall, I put in my order for a Vitamix. Or really half a Vitamix because I do realize that it is an expensive present to ask for. Everyone has a Vitamix. Kristen. Gretchen. I don't have a Vitamix because I don't have a husband and I figured I could get the parentals to chip in so I could be cool. In response to my email, Santa replied that he could pay for the shipping and tax. Sometimes Santa just likes to be difficult.
Yesterday, on what was supposed to be my rest day, my mother and Max face-timed at 8:00am with a desperate plea. There was a lot of gesturing towards the door and the word "walk" and my mother looking exhausted, so I got dressed and drove over to take Max for a walk. When we got to the desert I let Max out so he could walk. After being scared by a group of guys on motorcycles he decided he was more interested in the buckle on the seat. Hell if I was going to stand in the desert with him playing with a buckle. It was going to ruin my laptime, so I just pushed the stroller faster and we spent a large chunk of our part in the desert with him running after me whining. He slept the rest of the way home when we were on the street. I thought it was pretty dang funny. But Christ almighty pushing that stroller is hard work, especially in the desert, which is why I am now on a mission to get Santa to purchase us a Bob Stroller so me and Max can walk out in the desert. I've had this idea for a while and I've been doing due diligence on Craigslist to find one and doing my homework and mostly I've come up with Max would love it. I have dubbed this "The Gift for Everyone" because I get exercise, Max gets out of the house and my parents get Max out of the house. When we got back from our walk, I mentioned to Santa that Max thought that this would be a fabulous gift. It appears there is some work for me to do and involves teaching Max to say "Grandpa, new stroller, please."
(Pictures to come- I've run out of picture space. WTF? I need to figure out what I want to do.)
1 comment:
We don't have a Vitamix and I'd like to see three reasons why you want one. The desert stroller I support 100%, although you'd get more exercise having to push a traditional stroller through deep sand while Max toddles behind.
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