Eddie wasn't a fan of his baby carrier, and since my face was beet red after about a quarter-mile (due to the 75 degree+ climate and my general wimpiness), my mom willingly offered to carry him most of the way. All I can say is it's amazing what grandmas will do when they're suffering grandchild withdrawals.
"Why are you sitting down, Grandma? I feel great!"
By the way some of our fellow hikers were gawking at and snapping photos of the local squirrels, you would have thought they'd seen Sasquatch. Personally, I try to avoid squirrels as much as possible, since they all seem to have some sort of vendetta against me—I don't think they ever forgave me for running over one of their second cousins with my bike.
This photo was taken at the end of the day, which is why Eddie is passed out with no pants on. Oh, how I envied him.
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We all know you joined him right after the last photo was taken, Dave. By the way, I don't think I've said this yet, but you guys have a very, very cute baby.
Cute traveling Eddie. Looks like a fun time.
When you mentioned that squirrel, that's the very first thing I thought of. Riding our bikes out on the dirt trails behind the Perez's house and a squirrel running under your bike tire. I still don't think you hit it, I think it just had a death wish and was suicidal.
By the way, Eddie is so cute!!!
Ah, I had forgotten that Erika was my witness. And I still think I DID hit it. It was horrible and I've been traumatized ever since.
It warrants mentioning that I once accidentally ran over a chipmunk with my bike while at scout camp. Truly Kristen and I were meant to be.
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