Nov 8 - Buchi and a walk downtown

It was a lazy but active Sunday morning. We finally got a double stroller, so we loaded up the boys and walked to Buchi - a Cuban cafe with amazing coffee and good egg sandwiches - in the beautiful fall sunshine. Leaves crackled under our feet, the air was brisk, and it felt good to walk somewhere that we usually drive.
Isaac brought Mama Duck and Baby Duck, pictured above waiting for their breakfast to arrive.

Jonah didn't fall asleep in the stroller and instead stared wide-eyed at the trees and sky. Once at Buchi, he insisted on being held. I walked him until the food came, but then he sat in my lap and let me eat my sandwich and drink my coffee. It was just in the days before this outing that Jonah started to enjoy just sitting and watching - meaning that Adam and I now get the occasional break from walking and entertaining him.

Not the best picture of Isaac, but better than nothing, I suppose...playing with his water, as usual, occasionally stopping to turn toward the kitchen and call "Foo-ood!"

We walked back home to feed Jonah and then went out again, crossing the pedestrian bridge to the paths along Cherry Creek. There was a fun playground we'd always seen from Speer, and I'd never known where to park to get to it. So we walked there, the four of us plus Smokey.


Adam with the stroller and a cool old bridge across Cherry Creek.



On the walk home, Isaac insisted on walking for much of the way, which made it a little longer. He ran more than he walked though, stopping every so often to look at me with great seriousness and say:
(pointing to his shoes) "Those are your running shoes!"
(pulling on his shirt) "This your running shirt!"
(pulling on pants) "Those your running pants!"
And then he was off again, running in that adorable see-saw toddler gait that I know he will grow out of soon and that I will hate to see disappear.

We stopped to discuss the locks. Isaac said "You don't go in fast water!" Good job.

Almost home, we passed by this rotting pumpkin. I said, "Look Isaac, that pumpkin looks sad."
Isaac stared at the pumpkin, disturbed, and said "Make him feel better!" Then he wanted to go home and see if our pumpkin (still uncarved) was sad too.