Random Picture for a Random Story

This picture has nothing to do with the story I have to tell, except for the few remaining scabs on Dallin's face.

But I like it because my boys are matching...

...and because they are DANG cute!

But, on to the story:

I'm not sure I ever blogged about our little stroller mishap a year ago.  It was last May at the end of the school year.  I was supposed to go on a field trip with Lydia's class which was a walk around town.  I was late and rushing to get to her class in time.  I had Dallin and Amy loaded up in my double jogger and was trying to catch the class at one of the back enterances of the school where I knew they would be leaving the building.  The 2nd grade hall is on a slight hill so I pushed my stroller up it and stopped to peek into the classroom window to make sure the students were still there.  Because of the glare on the window, I couldn't see very well so I let go of the stroller and peeked inside with my hands.  When I turned around, my stroller...and my children...were flying down the hill!  I've never sprinted so fast in my life.  I expected it to hit the parking lot at the bottom of the hill and coast to a stop on the lawn on the other side but when it hit the curb, the front wheel popped off and the stroller flipped.  It was bad!  There was blood.  There was crying.  There was also a lot of people that witnessed my awesome mothering mistake.  Luckily, Dallin and Amy came away with only scratches and bruises, but nothing too terrible considering what COULD have happened.

Fast forward to this year...

It's finally been nice enough to take the kids outside to run again.  A few weeks ago I loaded Amy and Dal up in the double jogger and took off to walk/jog the 4 miles around our house.  I was two mile into my intervals and feeling pretty good.  I decided to start running a little faster...and then decided to run even faster.  Apparently they call it a "jogging" stroller for a reason.  While running, the front wheel popped off, the stroller flipped, and before I knew what was happening, I found myself flying over the stroller and landing on the the other side. 

I'm obviously on a roll.

Again, we were so blessed that Amy walked away with just a few little scratches.  Dallin's face took quite a beating, but he stopped crying the second I got him out of the stroller and by the end of the week his scratches had all healed.  My legs still have some bruising (3 weeks later), and I was pretty sore for a few days, but it could have been so much worse.

My stroller didn't fare as well this time though.  The front wheel is pretty much ruined and the frame is bent pretty badly.  I guess it doesn't really matter though since Dallin and Amy have no interest in getting in another stroller any time soon.

Mother of the year award, right here!