Strolling Along

The temperature briefly rose above freezing today, so I seized the opportunity to get some fresh, but not frigid, air.  I drove down to a nearby outdoor shopping center, wrestled the bundled-up girls into their stroller, and quickly ran a few errands.  It was refreshing to be outside in the sunshine, and judging by the girls’ contented silence for the most part, they seemed to enjoy the change of scenery.  Then again, maybe they were just too cold to protest.  Don’t they look happy?

I also had an ulterior motive for our outing today.  I’m experimenting with how to keep them happy in their stroller.  Lord willing, our family will be flying to Florida in the near future to go to Disneyworld and I’m a little unsure about how the girls are going to handle all the stroller-riding that is involved in vacationing.  They usually do well in the stroller as long as I’m moving at a brisk pace.  And most of my errands, such as grocery shopping, are indeed done at breakneck speed, so we get along well.  However, I’m hoping to do some leisurely outlet shopping with the girls while we are in Florida, and that pace is sure to be considerably below their tolerance threshold.  The last time I attempted to shop for pleasure at the mall, both of the girls loudly made their annoyance known and I ended up abandoning all hopes of browsing and simply zoomed them through the aisles while I cast wistful glances at the sales.

I can just envision us at Magic Kingdom, sprinting back and forth between Frontierland and Tomorrowland, praying that the roar of the crowds and the rumble of the pavement will lull the girls into contentment for long enough for us to get our money’s worth out of the park.  Of course, I love Disney so much that simply stepping onto Main Street, U.S.A. is enough to justify the (admittedly exorbitant) price of entry in my book.  But I do hope that the girls behave themselves long enough for us to enjoy more than just that.  I at least want to see Mickey.  Is that too much to ask? 

So for now, my plan of attack is to brave the cold and get them into a stroller more and more often so they can build up a tolerance for stop-and-go stroller-riding.  I guess that entails more shopping on my part.  I guess I’m willing to sacrifice!