In the afternoon, following Felix's nap, we stroll. Well, we begin with a stroll and then like a couple of frenetic puppies, the boys tear off ahead of me. And our stroll becomes a jog. I started this ritual a couple of weeks back, when it became clear to me that the hours between nap time and bed time are often a recipe for disaster. Too much indoor play is not a good scene for this boisterous duo. So we wander down streets and avenues and lanes. Occasionally, we stop at a local park for a play, but mainly it's all about the exploration. Which keeps me on my toes, as I hustle them out of driveways and front yards and off front steps. The workout tires them nicely and induces a sense of calm in their behaviour.
Yesterday was a particularly long session and they both had sweaty brows and rosy cheeks by the time we rounded the corner of our street for home. I'm glad we made the effort, because today the rain has been teeming down. A complete contrast to the glorious Autumn days we have been experiencing. By the time the weather improves, we will all be itching to get strolling again.