Of course, what's the point in getting a bike if you can't take your babies with you? Which meant we also had to buy a bike trailer so I could cart the babies on all my wonderful adventures. Ironically the bike trailer was more than the actual bike (by $2).
So last night under the soft glow of our fluoresce garage lights, Dave and I assembled the bike trailer (clarify: Dave assembled, Emily read instructions and every possible safety warning). Then this morning, like a giddy little school girl (because really folks, that was about the last time I owned a bike) I packed the babies into their seat buckles, threw in some bottles and headed for the open road. We covered a few miles until Finn got bored and screamed in protest (on principle, I'm sure).
The last five minutes of the bike ride were a mixture of quiet early morning breeze and chirping birds along with the piercing echos of Finn's cries for freedom ricocheting off everyone's front porch. It was about 8:30a, time for folks to wake up anyway.
Last night Dave asked if I wanted to return the bike trailer . . .
and find one that matched my bike . . . some people are real comedians.
Despite their looks of mild boredom,
my money in on them begging for more rides in the future.
2 comments:
It took my babies a couple of adventures in the jogging stroller to get used to that, too. They also protested loudly.
I LOVE seeing these listtle trailer-things down at the ourt lake park. Except 4 out of 5 times when I peek in there's a dog instead of children... (usually an old one that can't really take a good walk anymore.) I say good for them for getting their kids, whatever kind they have, outside!!
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