I'd been dying to go on a hike and all of our weekends have been booked up until today. But then last minute Jake went to help a friend frame a garage. (Which, in his defence, I was totally okay with him going.)
Everett has been Captain Naughty lately and today he was working double time. I had to get us out of the house for my own sanity so I sent Jake a text that said, "Everett and I are going on a hike at 2:30. You can come if you want." I was so mad and I needed a break.
Luckily he made it home in enough time to hike with us... but I was mad and pouted the entire drive to our hike. I am such a pouter. But I couldn't be mad once we got out and saw how beautiful it was.
We stopped by a park on the way home and Everett had blast.
He crawled up the stairs, slid down the slide (always backwards and on his tummy), and then crawled over to the stairs and did it all over again.