After a very mild winter by Chicago standards, spring has sprung unbelievably early. I'm used to wearing sweaters through April, mind you. The past few weeks it's been pretty gorgeous and almost every afternoon I take Kendra outside to the park across the street to walk around, discover the world and just get a good dose of Vitamin D the old-fashioned way. This massive park is why we chose this apartment, after all.
However, we ran into a significant glitch pretty quickly in this ritual.
Kendra is fiercely independent. She can do it herself, thankyouverymuch. She didn't do much cruising along furniture and she cried every time we tried to hold her hand to help her to learn how to walk. So, good luck trying to get her to hold our hand now that she can walk pretty well. If I steer her head the way I want her to go, she almost always responds, but she will not hold my hand. Not on your life, mister.
One of the first times we went outside, she was standing beside me when we got to the door of our building. However, in the time it took me to put the key in the lock (about 4 seconds), I looked up to see that she was nearly at the corner about to walk into the street. And she's not even running yet. It completely freaked me out because while we don't live on a major road, there is plenty of traffic, especially in the afternoon.
Luckily I had enough time to sprint to her and keep her from getting to the crosswalk, but it still terrified me to my core. I didn't take her out for a couple of days after that.
But the next time we were out shopping I found this:
Yep. It's a dang harness. With a leash attached. And it's the best $5 we've spent since she started walking, I'll tell you.
The first time we used it in a crowd of people, we got mixed reactions. I heard a group of kids say to each other, "Is that kid on a leash?" and we were getting plenty of funny looks. But then as a mother walked by with her two children she said to me, "I need one of those!" I felt a little better.
At the end of the day I decided that I'd rather be a neurotic mother who puts her baby on leash than a crazy one who went off the deep end after her baby ran out into the street or was kidnapped or something awful.
So, I don't mind if people judge or give me funny looks. It doesn't bother her and it gives me peace of mind.