Hallelujah, Hip Hop Hooray.

Today it was 65 degrees.  Greg and I, in a moment of intense bravery or intense insanity, made a spontaneous decision to take the kids on a spur-of-the-moment bike ride. 

I’m not sure how spur-of-the-moment one can be when one must put air into every single bicycle tire, then try to finagle the kids’ bikes so they fit on our very adult-bike-oriented bike rack. 

Yeah, we ended up taking two rigs because the bikes wouldn’t all fit on one rack.  We made it, though, and Ethan cheerfully accepted our helmet requirement. 

As you may recall from this post, Laurel had been our little protestor, refusing to budge as we tried every trick in the book to get her to learn to ride her bike.  As we expected, she was slow to get a start today.  However, once she got going, she ended up riding like mad and insisting, "I really think we should do this more often!!"  I told her she was making me pull my hair out.

Ethan, on the other hand, rode like a champ.  For almost 4 miles.  He pedaled steadily and stayed on the trail for the most part (except on the way back when he was getting tired).  His legs had to revolve about 2 times for each one time ours went around.  Everyone he met on the trail couldn’t help but comment on the little 2-year-and-4-month-old riding like he was born for it.  There was one slope where he refused to slow down and I’m certain he knocked 5 full years from my life, rolling at breakneck speed.  There wasn’t much I could do — I rode along beside him in the hopes I could grab him or at least have him run into my bike instead of the ditch at 20 mph.  I couldn’t see his face, but I’m certain he was grinning from ear to ear.  Or maybe it was just the wind pulling back at the corners of his mouth.

At the end of the ride, Laurel went on and on about how she couldn’t wait for more nice weather, she wanted to bicycle across the state, and she even told me Greg and I were right all along (!).

Ethan expressed his feelings about the entire matter by flatly refusing to take off his bike helmet.

I wish we had photos, but no dice — we didn’t take the camera.  Maybe next time. 

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