Jory asked to go for a walk and I remembered once upon a time, we use to take walks. We'd walk by the high school where the kids practiced football. I'm not sure why we stopped doing them every summer, but Jory's request sparked the desire to start it again.
I came home from work and off we went. Ten minutes into the walk, the baby was done with walking so I ended up carrying her. Uh, little girl, how is this a walk if I'm carrying you?
We've been having some good walks. And as soon as I hit the door, I can hear the kids yelling, "Mommy's home! We can go for our walk now."
And it's a great motivator. If you can't get your work done or listen when you're suppose to, then how can you go on a walk?
Good exercise. We get to be outdoors. Jory gets to ride his bike. A win for everyone.
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