A trip to Sam's with my dad last week looked like this: me on crutches in the store, my dad headed for the scooters, I took Syd to the bathroom, Dad met us outside the potty, I hopped on the scooter, he pushed a cart with Sydney in it while we went around the store collecting our purchases. We didn't even have the babies with us! Rena kept them at home with her.
My mom and I went to Target last weekend (Tony was on call so she flew out to help us, God bless her!) We parked at the door, got everyone out, babies in the stroller, Mom went in to get the scooter (of which they only have two! Walmart has an entire fleet!), I hopped on the scooter, Sydney sat in front of me, I pulled the stroller along side us, and Mom went to park the car! Good grief! I will be SOOO glad when this stupid stress fracture finally heals. No more running for me!