Dripping With Sarcasm

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One of my favorite walks to take with the toddler is the beautiful trail between Two Rivers and the new bridge. Well, we weren't able to go to church today because the toddler is still coughing (although the fever and the runny nose are gone, yay!), so the hubbs decided we were going to take a family walk.

Yippee! I'm all about some family exercise!

Yesterday, the toddler and I did the exact same stretch and he was fine, so I thought that even though it was a bit colder today, he'd be a-okay.

We walked at a brisk pace and had the first two miles behind us after thirty minutes. Just as I lifted my arm to hit STOP on my watch so I could break for water before turning around and going thirty minutes back...the heavens opened up and poured buckets down on us.

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We looked at each other, and we knew we only had one option: run.

And run we did. In the pouring rain. We snapped the cover down on the stroller and took off. We were completely soaked; although thankfully, we both had on waterproof jackets. We looked hilarious because the hubbs is a fast runner while I am a forever runner--meaning, the hubbs can run fast but not forever, and I can run forever but not fast (and really, I can't run forever unless forever is defined as thirty or forty minutes). So, I was behind him, and as soon as I'd catch up to him, he'd take off again running. It looked like my sweet husband was trying his hardest to run away from me.

We stopped, with our lungs burning, and I lifted my hand for a high five. I couldn't believe how plain stupid we had been: sick kid, freezing rain, four-mile walk, hadn't even thought to check the weather on this overcast day.

"Parents of the Year?" I asked.

He high-fived me, "Parents of the Year."

[We're chalking this up as yet another snl-REALLY!?-with-Seth-and-Amy moment.]