Father's day and all, so Guest Blogger got to take the babies to Hermann Park, Houston's premier pigeon and duck habitat and home to it's only hill. (in true Texas fashion, it's a pile of leftover dirt from building a football stadium, but it is nonetheless a hill).
We tried just a walk in the stroller, but Carmen kept signing "Shoe! Shoe!" to say that she wanted to walk around. Shoes are their favorite, favorite, favorite things right now. Every time the babies put on shoes, they get so so so excited, because shoes mean that they get to go somewhere, and when they go somewhere they get to run around. And the best types of somewheres are places with geography - the display aisles at Fry's, the steps on the deck at the local school, or even a hill. Up, down, up, down, up, down. And just in case I didn't know, reminding me that yep, that's a dog over there, and a puddle of water, and a bird, and a duck, and a bike.
And proof of how much we really learn by association. Every time we see a doctor's office, we cry now - even if they haven't started poking out our tear ducts. And every time we see a shoe, we are so excited because the shoe represents freedom, a chance to visit cows and chickens, and maybe even a hill. If Carmen ever shops at Nordstrom, we'll know where it started.
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