Ah, spring. How I love thee. Let me bask in your sunshine and comfortable temperatures, and let me delight in the popping up of bulbs and tree flowers. Ah, spring.
We've started a new philosophy of life here at the Porter Compound. I'm tired of being Fatty McGee. I'm bored with Saddy McSadderton. Bring in Happy McHappersberg and Giggles McChucklehead.
As of yesterday, we've been walking our collective arses off. Denver is a haven for healthy people, and I do not want to be left behind by my healthnut neighbors, strutting around in their spandex and Gortex. We live in a neighborhood near downtown. It happens to be surrounded by lovely parks, trails, hills, and yes, dales. We've decided to walk every day. Weekends will include more difficult hikes and climbs, perhaps in the mountains. Weekdays will be for walks to various parks, aiming for about 3 miles or more round trip.
Yesterday, we walked to Confluence Park. Round trip, it is probably 3 miles, with half of the walk home being uphill. I pushed my fancy (free - donated by a good friend) jogging stroller while Phil lugged the diaper bag. We packed a picnic. Amos had a chance to roll around and pluck the grass, which has become his favorite outdoor pastime.
He came face to face with another baby. A hilarious baby challenge ensued with both babies crawling like madmen toward each other. This was taken after the baby face-off. I'm not sure who won, but the other baby had five pounds on Amos. Amos, however, had significantly more hair. Ah, babies.
We distracted him from his chubby brother by letting him pluck more grass. Savvy readers of my blog from years past may remember when I would write about being Bike Girl. See the bikers and the path? This is where I would ride my bike along the creek to go to work.
A little walk with Daddy before we conquered the hill back to home.
One more happy camper leaves Confluence Park.
Today, we walked to a park that has a name that sounds like Fred Astaire. It was glorious. I can't wait for tomorrow.
7 beautiful people muttered something back:
Yep,good times in the many parks of Denver. Amos enjoyed the swings at Fred Astaire park today, and he definitely enjoys being chauffeured around in the spiffy stroller.
And do we really have "dales?" Perhaps you're confusing them with "hollers" or "bottoms."
Aww Amos i looking so grown up now! Looks and sounds like you all had a great time :)
Good for you. I too have been walking. Sometimes on the treadmill whilst the kiddies nap, but now that the glorious TX spring is here, we walk outside. I too have a jogging stroller (yard sale 5 dolla) however it is a double, and bright purple. Walk on walkers!
Amos looks great and so grown up. So nice to be able to get out and about, what with the nicer weather and all. I don't know how to tie this in to the rest of the comment - I have always been amazed by the ability of babies to recognize their contemporaries.
I walk around Bryn Bach Park at least twice every day after work. It's 1.2 miles a lap. It keeps me fit but the ducks up there hate me.
Going for walks is awesome! Plus you have a cute kid to show off too!
I could use some of that walking and reduction that you're doing. Too bad I live on the other side of downtown from you!!
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