It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Fall and haul

Fall is well underway here in Ottawa. The trees are rapidly shedding the last of their leaves, which collect in crackling drifts against the curbs, the light is golden and slanted, the air is crisp. I love it. We spend as much time as possible out-of-doors, me in the vain hope that I can somehow stockpile the sunshine for the dimness that looms.

Today, we headed to the library. It’s not quite a km away, an easy 8-minute walk for me; a gentle 20-minute trundle for the tots. A large part of the way there is uphill. I’m taking the two-seater stroller these days: Malli, Nigel and Tim are all quite sturdy walkers, and can stomp along for substantial distances, if I have the time to while away — and of course, I do! However, whereas young Timmy is an eager walker, ever pulling ahead of the traces, Malli and Nigel drag behind.

Drag behind only as far as the length of their arms will allow, mind you, given that they’re not allowed to let go of the stroller. Up the long hill to the library we slog. I slog. And slog. And really, really slog some more. The stroller is heavy today. It’s as if I’m pushing through mud. It’s as if I’ve left the brake on.

It’s as if Malli and Nigel are pulling backwards against the pull of the stroller with all their conjoined 50 or 60 pounds.

Ugh. There’s not much I can do about this. If they let go, they’ll be three metres behind in twenty seconds. I give them small nudges, alternatively, first one, then the other. “Don’t drag, Malli!” “Move UP, Nigel.” Of course, it’s futile. All I accomplish by this is a series of small backward jerks on the forward momentum of the stroller as they move forward for a pace or two, then return with a tug to their original positions.

Oh, well. It’s a workout, right? Better to focus on the muscles — butt and thighs — and just power them all, the fifty pounds in the stroller and the sixty pounds of drag, up that hill.

You know, if my ass ever, ever gets droopy? There is simply no justice in the world.

October 30, 2007 - Posted by | outings

4 Comments »

  1. Please Sophie, don’t pull on the stroller. It makes my job harder…Sophia, don’t pull. Sophia, hold my hand, not the stroller. Sophia. Please stop pulling on the stroller. Yes, Soph, you may skip to the tree and wait.

    It’s like you’re living in my walking world…

    Comment by Bridgett | October 30, 2007 | Reply

  2. lol, if I ever get one of those 4,5 or 6 seater pushchair that I covet, I’m having a small motor and step board attached…!

    Comment by jenny uk | October 31, 2007 | Reply

  3. Oooh, more glimpses into my future. My killer stroller arrived yesterday, just for me to discover the seat frame was broken (bizarre break, not a manufacturing problem), but I’m really (swear) looking forward to doing the one-walking, one-riding thing.

    BTW, if your butt ever sags AT ALL (or even if you just want a natural butt-lift anyway), I highly recommend T-Tapp. I’m not getting as much exercise as I’d like (lazy preggo girl thing), but just a bit of T-Tapping, and my rear end migrates upward an inch or two. It’s stunning.

    Comment by Allison | October 31, 2007 | Reply

  4. And me, I’m wondering why when I lift kids, push swings, and wield paintbrushes until my arms literally ache, they are still so flappy on the bottom? I guess none of that works the tricep. Sigh.

    Comment by kittenpie | October 31, 2007 | Reply


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