As I’ve mentioned before, my husband and I are dead set on keeping up our active lifestyle with baby in tow. She’s climbed mountains and flew across the country just shy of three-months-old.
Earlier this month, she survived a hailstorm.
It went something like this:
I needed to get out of the house.
Husband found Leonard Mills on Maine Trail Finder and we set out with a stroller and a few light jackets.
We all explored, peeking our heads in to the various cabins and climbing over wagons and into haylofts, it was a grand ‘ole time.
Husband pointed out trails, we starting hiking.
Rain began falling. We pressed on. Baby slept.
Hail began falling. We realized we were about 1.5 miles in and weren’t yet looping back. We turned around.
Like the good parents we try to be, we covered the baby with our jackets and sacrificed comfort.
She slept on.
We made it back to the car soaked.
About half way home, baby woke up and realized she was a little damp.
We all lived to tell the tale.
Rain or shine, go out and explore with your kids. They’re heartier than you think and gosh darn it, a little hail sure makes for a good story.