One thing I am good at is jumping on board when someone asks me for a hand, but I am not so good at figuring out the logistics of these situations. Which is what happened yesterday afternoon, when my brother John, my boys and I helped my younger sister, Emily, move to her new apartment.
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| I can't believe this was a single-family home at one point in time. It must have been gorgeous! |
The problem was that we had five people with us, one minivan, which needed ALL of the back seats folded down to store Emily's stuff, and probably about half a brain between us. After a few not-so-bright ideas, we decided that Emily and John would simply take the van and load it with all of her belongings, while the boys and I would wait at her new apartment to help unload. Although it was a blustery, wet afternoon in the South End of the city, Avery and I had a blast! He grabbed his skateboard and helmet, and I grabbed my camera. We refused to let a whole lot of rain and wind get in our way of enjoying the sidewalks (Aaaahhhh . . . sidewalks! My fondness for pavement has exponentially increased since we moved out to the sticks.)
Elliot, on the other other hand, was not impressed:
Perhaps if he had grabbed his rain coat like his mama told him to, the day would have been a tad bit more enjoyable. But, I am not one of those moms who would ever say: I told you so . . .tee hee!
I should give him credit, though, because he did try:
But, nope, it wasn't happening:
Oh well, at least the rain didn't stop these two from smiling:
And we managed to keep all of Emily's priceless heirlooms intact and dry:
. . . tee hee!
I can't believe she is still lugging these two critters around with her.
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