Picture it: A beautiful family of three and their two poodles taking the BOB stroller for a walk.
BTB looking dashing in his preppy-prep uniform of Polos and Sperry shoes. A great sun kissed tan over arms and cheeks. So handsome.
Tbird in all his smocked fabulousness. The only way a true southern toddler can dress. He too is rocking the Sperry's. The slight breeze tossing his sweet blonde curls and his blue eyes sparkle as he cackles the way only a child can.
The pups- a fresh fade from the groomers and some rocking super cool bandanas.
Finally, me, hair curled, wearing an Ann Taylor size 2 dress. Because let's face it, we all know ole Ann is generous on her sizing. She can make any ordinary day a better one, by slipping into a size you haven't seen since the child-bearing hips popped out, nearly two years ago.
Tangent moment: Bad news for you girls that haven't had the pleasure of carrying our next generation, your hips-don't go back in. In the words of the hilarious Amy Poehler in Baby Mama, "There's no coming back from that!" Just know, you've been warned.
Sorry, back on track now.
Wasn't that beautiful moment I just painted for you? I mean, Norman Rockwell, eat your stinking heart out, baby.
That scenario is totally what I would build our simple walk to look like with my wild imagination. Here is the most likely scenario:
BTB would look exactly the way I described. He's has a great eye for fashion. Bonus, the man- he's hot!
But, if we are walking, he's complaining. He's not big into walking and typically says, "You better call the police if you see me running. Because that means someone is after me."
My sweet toddler, the cuteness- all there. Catch: He would most likely be screaming, escaping or sleeping. Let's face it, it's a toddlers world, us parents are just trying to survive.
My sweet poodles- where to start?
Henry, he is blind and the most likely place for him is directly under my feet.
Harper, a total spaz would be running from side to side on the leash, tripping us up and nearly forcing BTB to run him over with the BOB before he would chill.
As for me, that hair I was speaking of, it would be quickly swept back in a pony. What can I say? One of the main reasons I keep my hair long is to be able to pull it out of my face.
And that faint breeze I spoke of earlier, it would be like 10 mph gusts throwing my hair all over my face. But not just my face, my lips, where I would be wearing gloss. As we all know, hair-loves-gloss.
The size two dress-that is totally happening. Kiss my size four/six if you don't believe me. (I kid. Sorta.)
No music is playing like in the movies. It is just my sweet, little, dysfunctional crew. This is who we are.
If I ever represent us any different, call me out. Our days never go as planned. We aren't a poster for a perfect family.
We love each other. We say it often. And we show our love. Not always with material gifts, but with sloppy wet kisses and beverage soaking hugs. Right, AP?!
Thanks for indulging my imagination versus reality. Do y'all do this?
Happy Tuesday, y'all!