We recently became the proud owners of a canoe.
Because what do you need when you're having a baby?
A crib, diapers, bottles, baby monitor, and a canoe.
Just kidding. It was David's parents' Christmas gift to him.
We took it out on it's maiden voyage and found it to be a sound vessel. I wanted to crack a bottle of champagne on the stern, but was afraid that people might start getting uncomfortable if there was a pregnant woman wielding a bottle of alcohol over a plastic canoe at the river.
Because I'm pregnant and prohibited from (among other things) lifting heavy objects, this is how we get the canoe to the river right now.
Typically, one would tie the canoe to the top of their car.
I think this method is pretty classy, though.
We're like those people who have their lawnmowers in the back of their Impala.
You do what you gotta do.
When we get to the river, David unloads the canoe and we shimmy it over to the water.
Look how happy he is.
Here's the captain showing off what his water craft can do.
I think I'm the skipper.
Or maybe I'm the first mate and baby is the skipper...I don't know.
We are happy to have The Sportsman.
David is already planning a weekend long canoe camping trip for us in which I strap the baby to myself and paddle down the river.
He said, and I quote, "Sacajawea did it."
I think I'll take it as a compliment that my husband believes me to be made of the same stuff as Sacajawea.
First Mate Mel