Getting out

We rarely go anywhere as a family anymore, because the babies generally hate their carseats, and I think I must have the only children in the world who hate riding in the car.  Conor hates having his shoulders strapped down, and Samantha just can't get comfortable enough to sleep.  So traveling anywhere necessarily involves screaming children, at least for part of the ride.

They do, however, love their baby carriers.  Now that the weather is cooler and they won't overheat while strapped to our chests, we've been able to go to one of Roar's home football games (that still involved so much effort that, of course, I forgot to take a camera), and this weekend, we walked to a park about a half mile away.

Zachary drove his car to the park.

Another child attempted to abscond with it.

Zachary was horrified.  All he could do was stand there and say, "Heeey! What's he doing?"  Luckily, the boy's mother intervened and the car was returned unharmed.

The weather was gorgeous and the kids were mostly cooperative (Roar was none too happy about having to lug the dog and bags of poop). 

It was really just good to get out, get some exercise, and breathe fresh air. 

For some reason, before he would climb up to go to the slide, Zachary kept asking, "Mommy, can I go up there?"

When it was time to go, Zachary asked to go down the big slide one more time.  Once he finished, he got into his car and buckled his belt.  No meltdown.

Yay for successful family outings!  Hopefully, there will be much more of these soon.