|"Hey! I know we all just got up and it's only 6:30 a.m. but|
can I have a ride in the laundry basket? Please?"
So after several attempts to find something to pull the laundry basket with that would keep me from bending over so far...I settled on one of the dog's leashes and spare collars. It worked perfect!
|Could you resist if all it took was a ride in |
the laundry basket to get that smile?
It has now become somewhat of a nightly ritual for us. We don't have a lot of room for this sort of thing...but Grant doesn't really seem to mind. And I like it because it's at least a small amount of exercise for me.
If the laundry basket is on the floor then Grant feels like he is due for a ride. So he climbs in and sits there clapping his hands just waiting waiting for me to hop up and hook up the leash. Which I usually do because I can't let him down when he's clearly that excited. Then I stuff a pillow behind him so he won't hit his head on the back of the basket. Although this serves another purpose because he'll usually recline so he can relax while he rides. You know, because he has such a tough day at school.
|"Ummm...why aren't you pulling yet?"|
|"That's right. Mush Mama! Mush!"|
|"Um...are we done? You're sure? I'll get out if|
we're done....if you're sure."