Or logs in this case.
Yesterday was yet another beautiful day in the neighborhood. We stepped outside and immediately decided to go for a hike. Nearby, even closer then our favorite state park, is a sliver of national forest. One that we had yet to explore.
So we packed up some snacks and headed out.
I like charting unfamiliar territory. That is, until we get to a spring that must be navigated by wobbly tree limbs.
Okay, so the fall down was not far. But it was too close to the beginning of our trek to justify continuing on with wet shoes & socks if I did fall.
R went first. He put his arms out and one. two. was across.
I can do that, I thought competitively.
But I didn’t realize I’d have to dance my way across in order to do so. Those limbs were out to get me.
(un)Luckily, R managed to catch the pas de deux with me & nature.
It quickly evolved into a dance off and thank goodness, too, because I always end up having to dance the boy part. Like when I was 8 and my mom & aunt made my cousin and me reenact the last dance scene from Dirty Dancing.
um, awkward. especially the hand down the armpit part.
I’m gonna win, you darn logs.
But first I need to stretch.
Lean, two, three, four..
and the other leg, two, three, four.
You want somma this?
How about some line dancing!
Even with one arm behind my back, I gotchew.
What did you say down there?
Speak up my man, because you ain’t seen nothing yet.
Oh, no you di’int
just call your friend over to block my way.
(Lots of pushing and huffing
ensues for about 25 minutes)
I'm laughing out loud – you are too funny! I love how it took R like two steps, but you made a show out of it! That's my Carrie!