The Harpeth

My original title was "Paddling the Harpeth." I changed my mind because I felt guilty insinuating that I somehow contributed to the push of the canoe down the river.

It's difficult to paddle whilst holding a Bam, who was alternately fascinated and annoyed by being in a canoe.

One of the outcomes of his annoyance was the loss of my sunglasses, which plunged, in seeming slow motion, from my face into pudgy, dirty hands, and finally to the bottom of the river.



Let's see ... other things I remember about this trip:

• It was hot.

• I didn't pack enough snacks.

• The seats in the canoe necessitated a trip to the chiropractor.

• Sam had a special chair. Which he sat in for approximately 1% of the 2 mile float.

But what really matters is that John and Brian had fun and on the way home I bought Chick-Fil-A to console myself.

So, all is well. Except I am squinting a lot and regretting the waffle fries.



One thing I've learned as a mother: Things just aren't as fun when you have to unload the car.