Questions while Strolling

This morning was really lovely--perfect temperature, everything. I told Blane we'd go on a walk. He's big enough to walk with me for quite a ways, but I wanted it to be real exercise for me, so I put him in the stroller. We (of course) had to go see the pool with the "yucky water" and I had to assure him many times that they would put "the clear" in soon. Throughout the walk, he was asking me constant questions, about when the pool would have the blue water again, and what we were seeing next, and other random questions about houses or birds or trees...anything he saw. It was pretty much non-stop. The difficult part was that he talked in that soft little voice of his, and as I usually have to hear exactly what he is saying to understand what he is talking about (he has these unusual idioms for describing things--someday I'll make a list). I could not hear him perfectly with him facing forward and over the noise of the stroller. So I had to stop and walk around to face him and listen. I was able to get the general context of most of his questions (many times he just wants confirmation of the obvious), so I said, "Yes." most of the time. Tonight I told Scott about it all. He said that he often tells Blane that he's asked enough questions. But it's a little hard for the mommy to do that--that's part of a mommy of a three-year-old's job.