Adventures with the Chariot
The most epic part of today’s adventure was just getting started. I tried to fit the infant sling into the chariot, went to REI, got the last taped-up infant sling in stock, drove up to Brainard Lake, had a proper blow out in the diaper, Morgan changed Eli while I attempted to install the new infant sling in the snow and cold, got him in there, doubting whether I had installed it correctly. Then we started on our way on the snowy road up to Brainard Lake and realized that we didn't bring food, water, or a change of clothes for Eli. Squarely on the front seat of the car. We tested out the ski attachment on the Chariot on the road. It's a heavy trailer and we'll probably only use it for cross country skiing or when we have two kids. It's not as useful if you're on a long tour in untracked snow. We'd carry Eli in the chest carrier for that, or in a sled once he's old.
The following day was the Super Bowl, Morgan’s favorite holiday. The Super Bowl was fine, but the norovirus we both contracted within 24 hours of the Super Bowl, not so much. Talk about adventure, I was changing Eli while Morgan was doubled over on the floor of his nursery, useful only for her milk and nothing more. The next day, roles were reversed, as Morgan had to take care of me and Eli, since I was struck with the same vomit comet.
