Try, Fail, Accept

It took us two hours to get out the door for a walk.  TWO HOURS of trying to find socks that didn't have annoying seams, leggings with just the right waist band, baby carriers and half broken strollers for the dolls, hunger, pain, crying, more hunger, the hoods vs. hats debate, crooked snaps, bombed out pull-ups, spontaneous gymnastics moves resulting in head bonks, more pain and crying. 

 
The second we stepped out for our much needed fresh air and change of scenery it started pouring rain.  We made it as far as the Breadfarm, stopped in for a cookie, gave up on the walk and turned for home.  As soon as we shed our soggy layers the sun came out.  That's how we roll. 

Even with all of that effort, they never made it out of their pajamas,

we'll save that kind of elaborate coordination for tomorrow.