So we took the scooters out on their maiden voyage:
And there was a good ten minutes there when the planets aligned, everyone was content, and I felt like a stellar Mom.
Then Little Man decided he wanted out of the stoller. Not only that- but he needed to push the stroller with a whiny scream of "I DO IT!"
And we slowed down to a crawl... I think I saw a snail zoom past us.
Yet he insisted we keep going. The girls would buzz in front of us, and most often take a huge dive onto the concrete. (we're still working on our scooter-skills) Then I would have to run ahead, soothe the injured scooterist, and dart back to the baby running a stroller into the nearby tree.
It was... not relaxing.
An hour and a half later, we reached the end of the trail. I could not take another hour + walk back to our car. Yet here we were, like 2 miles from our car? The girls were also exhausted and pink in the face, (unprepared for the heat, did not bring any water bottles!) and I just couldn't keep going at the same pace. So I forced the baby back into his stroller, and he proceeded to wail the entire walk back- which was still not short as the girls dragged behind, tired and done with "practicing" scooters.
By the time we reached our car, I was at my wits end. (do you know the looks you get passing normal walkers on a path when you have a screaming child restrained in a stroller, prodding two little scooterists to hurry the freak up?! It's not pleasant)
At least I tried! Massively failed! But tried!