We went for a short hike along the Memorial Park trail this past Saturday. You loved it at first, craning your neck for views and enjoying the ride on dada's back. After a little while, though, you got tired of the BabyHawk and wanted a better perspective ... this led to you bending over backwards and flailing your arms at the sky. And then, finally, to full out wailing. My poor boy! So we took you out, and you were carried in our arms (just the way you like it) for the rest of the way. We sure got a workout.
But it was beautiful. Fall has just started to make its way down to Georgia and we walked past the slowly changing leaves, even catching a whiff of wood smoke (mama's favorite fall scent).
It was just the little adventure we needed.
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