Dash starts to get stir crazy at around 11am on the weekends. He'll have had enough of Cailliou (no small feat, this) and he'll start following me and Josh around the house shouting, "let's go!" He has no idea where he wants to go, but he needs to get there right quick.
This weekend it was raining and I was still not recovered from the cold-flu from hell (9 days and counting, thanks), but the baby started let's go-ing so we let's went. Josh scrounged up an umbrella and we layered Dash in a thermal, then sweater, then jacket and we set out for a walk in the rain. It was kinda cold and a little windy but still, so much fun.
When we returned home Josh lit a fire and Dash watched it, hypnotized, until he fell asleep in my arms. Not a bad way to spend a cold winter morning.