When Aunt Kate, Uncle Scott, and Cousin Nick were here, Joe was introduced to the idea of "taking a journey." When one takes a journey, one grabs his shopping cart, his wooden pull frog, or his wooden pull zoo parade and takes off about the house, often at an increasingly madcap clip, with fellow journeyers trailing behind. It is, in short, a ripsnorting* good time. And just when you thought it couldn't get any better, maybe it does. Fans, journeying has gone off roading, and it is off. The. Hook! Last night, while casting about for what to do to keep the good times rolling for Joe in the hour before dinner when Clara often takes a little snoozer, Julie asked Joe if he wanted to journey outside. Admittedly, she'd not really thought it through and fans familiar with our neighborhood will recall that we have no sidewalks on Raleigh Avenue. So before carefree journeying could commence, we had to journey down the street to Quentin one block over. Julie's heart was in her throat the whole way and she probably said 12 hundred times, "If in street, Mommy-Daddy MUST be next to you." She kept trying to tell herself all the orthodox Jewish families walking about in the neighborhood mean that there are as many people on our streets as cars most evenings, but it was still a nail biter.** But it was worth it. Once we made it to Quentin, it was awe-SOME! Joe careened down the sidewalks with shopping cart a-bouncing. This baby corners like she's on rails. Already, less than 24 hours later, we have since been on another offroad journey--the whole family. We don't know what we're going to do when there's snow on the ground.*That's a real word. You can look it up.
**Funny sidebar:when the journeyers arrived back home, they found Ted holding Clara on the front walk. Ted said when he walked out, he saw Joe in his little green shirt smack dab in the middle of the intersection.
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