And so our "stroll," turned out to be more of a "struggle." Matt and I took turns reminding Luke to put his helmet on and yelling "slow down, watch out, stop!" In the mean time, big girl was relentlessly attempting to evade the grasp of the stroller, pretending to be tortured. Ok, so we let little miss out to walk and she goes about 10 yards and then, stops. Allowing the rest of the crowd to just miss running her over. Repeat 10 more times. You get the idea. On and off, Luke would ride the scooter, ride the skateboard attachment to the stroller or walk. At one point we thought we had both minions happy and even grabbed them each an apple to snack on. And thus, our next challenge presented itself. No more than one chomp into the apple, Luke loses his first tooth. Impeccable timing. You can imagine the drama than ensued. "Am I bleeding?" "Can I see the tooth?" "Let me try to get another one out." Ok, so we settle the tooth drama and then the stars aligned (j.o.k.i.n.g) and both kids started alternating melt downs. We had to "pull over" at least six times. At this point, I start questioning wether I should have ever attempted parenthood as my blood pressure spikes through the roof of my head. And then I remembered. That there were parents there who would give their own lives to have their child there throwing a fit. And so we finished the "stroll," if you will, and headed to the car, bypassing all the bounce houses, face painters and balloons. Maybe next year, we'll have a different experience but at least we got to experience it with our NICU grad and his crazy baby sister.
On another note, I'm happy to report that the tooth fairy came through for Luke. He pocketed $2 and the best part is, the money gave him a taste for wanting to earn more. He's started offering to make our bed for payment. We'll just ignore those child labor laws.
