We braved the 20% chance of rain and went on a hike on Mount Charleston today (Fletcher Canyon Trail). Sure enough, before we were even halfway along the trail, it started drizzling. Granted, we were walking at the pace of a two-year-old so the clouds had ample time to get us.
We found a nice dryish spot under some trees and ate snacks until the rain letup. But soon after quickly heading back down, we got pelted. Normally I'd hate this, but I guess living in the desert has changed me because I found it refreshing. The token dad sprinted down the trail with his six-month-old. That would have been me a year ago, I'm sure.
This picture is the last you'll see of Brandt's brown elephant shoes. I still don't know what size he is numerically (maybe a five?), but he's ready for XL Bobux. I found him a new pair last week, but they're white so I didn't want to get them dirty on their first trip out. I felt bad cramming him in this pair one last time, but not bad enough to make him go barefoot or mar the pretty new ones.
I would have waited and ordered a more dirt-friendly color, but I just found out that the rec center has a romper room! For some reason they require the kiddos wear shoes and I thought it'd look bad to drop him off in ill-fitting grungy kicks. Unfortunately, I can't go swimming since each parent gets a non-waterproof pager and they call as soon as the baby starts crying. So I'll just run on the track to test out the system (i.e. see if Brandt freaks out). I have a feeling it won't go well, but we'll give it a go next week. I'm hoping it goes well and they'll trust me to swim and check the pager every few minutes.