The morning started out as it has for the last couple of weeks. I picked up the house and got the boys ready for a run - I have been doing The Couch-to-5K Running Plan with the boys in the double running stroller since it has been so beautiful outside. My MIL texted me to let me know her and Jeremy's Babci were heading to the park, which turned out to be perfect because me and the boys run around that park on our morning runs before heading to the playground. It was a beautiful morning, although a *bit* windy (there was a wind advisory for the day). I ran half of my run before heading to the pond hoping Jan (Babci) and Big Babci were already there so I could drop the kiddos off and finish my run sans wind sail stroller. I was in luck, they had just pulled in. I literally ran up to them pushed the stroller their way and kept running. Ha, but Jan had motioned that she could take the kids, so for those of you who thought I was just dumping them off :-)!
I finished my run and circled back to where they were at. They were sitting at a bench finishing up feeding the ducks and beginning their own snack. I had brought some yogurt for myself and had eaten a bite before Jan screams, "The Stroller..."
The stroller had picked up the wind and started rolling down the hill, straight toward the pond. It was one of those slow motion moments. I calculated the chance of being able to catch it in time, but knew it was hopeless.
I may or may not have screamed also, because as Jan and I both will attest, neither one of us handles *emergencies* very well! With both Jan and myself screaming set off a domino effect. Evan started screaming and crying insanely which in turn scared Carter into the same panicked state his older brother was in.
I took off running to the pond. Debating whether or not I should jump in. I looked down at the murky water, then looked at the (thankfully) floating stroller, then back to the murky water. I yelled up at Jan for her to see if there was anything in the car I could use to pull the stroller in, because remember that little tidbit about the wind advisory. The sun shade on the stroller acted like a sail on a boat and slowly the stroller starting sailing away from the rocks which I was standing on.
Fortunately, Jan had a long umbrella and ran it down to me. But it was about an inch too short. Darn it, I was going to have to jump in. Until I realized that there were city workers across the pond mowing the lawn. In desperation, I shouted to Jan to run over and see if they had a rake or ANYTHING that I could pull the stroller back.
Jan took off running, the kids were still screaming and Big Babci was still sitting on the bench expressionless with 2 screaming children sitting with her, and many people going about there business without acknowledging our *emergency* or offering to help. Geeze people this was a very expensive stroller I was trying to rescue!!
Just when I thought it was hopeless, the wind shifted just enough for me to barely poke the stroller with the umbrella and of course shifted again just enough to making pulling it back toward me almost impossible. It took every ounce of energy I had to keep the stroller from sailing away and to keep myself from slipping off the rock into the pond.
I screamed back to Jan that I had the stroller. She ran back to me and tried to hold onto me so that I wouldn't fall in. I held onto it for several minutes without no avail but at least the stroller wasn't floating farther away from me. The wind finally slowed enough for me to pull in the stroller slowly. It was terribly difficult to pull it in because the water resistance on the sun shade. Jan now is on her knees too trying to hold onto me while I was teetering on the side of the rock.
We finally got it enough where I could pull it in with the umbrella and Jan was able to reach out for the sun shade. We pulled and pulled and finally were able to pull the stroller to the side of the pond. It then took extra muscle to pull it out of the water. Who knew that a semi- floating stroller could hold so much water.
Shaking and sweating at this point, I rolled the stroller back up to it's original parking spot and dumped all the water out of it. We all tried to comfort the boys which neither one of them would go for. Evan kept screaming over and over again that "the stroller is wet, the stroller is wet. We won't be able to use it". Carter was just screaming!
I rolled the soaking stroller back to the house and Jan and Big Babci walked the boys over to the playground. Some of the city workers stopped me and asked if everything was okay and that they saw the tail end of the experience. One of them actually asked Jan if there were any kids in the stroller when it happened. Yeah man, I would just be standing there watching my stroller float away with my kids in it, face down in the water??? Men :-)!
So, I am placing bets on if the boys will let me run with them tomorrow!!