riding excalators

Winter is flirting with us, trying to decide if it's ready to stick around for a while.  Last week, climbing out of bed for those middle of the night feedings was just a bit harder (ugh, and it's already hard enough).  Elijah waited just an extra minute to bundle up and head out to work on his bike in the 28* mornings.  And that state of being known as "stir crazy" began to weasel its way into our days at home.

I took about 20 pictures this morning; Lucy had her mouth wide open in 17 of them.

SO...we set out on Thursday to combat it.  It was just too cold to go for a walk at the greenway.  We headed to the mall instead.

Lucy eats solids for the first time

 We searched for every escalator (excalator) we could find.

"Mommy, take a picture of Pinky Pie!"

 And then we rode them.  All.

 Up. Down.  Walk a little bit.  Up again.  Down again.  Stop at Auntie Anne's Pretzels.  Get COVERED in cinnamon and sugar.  And...up again.

Aida's "silly face"

 You get the idea.

I'm sure we were quite a sight.  Aida and Sophie clinging to my hands, none-too-quietly stumbling onto each escalator, Lucy hanging out (literally) in the Baby Bjorn, legs kicking wildly and those big blue eyes looking all around.

DROOL!!!

Thank God for daughters, and for escalators, and for the Green Hills Mall. (Did I just say that?)