Peter's really been fixated on riding his bike, to the point that when I ask what he'd like to do and give him every conceivable option in the world (the Zoo! The Please Touch Museum!) he'll almost always say "stay at home and ride my bike."
Which is fine, really, but also kind of not. Because bike riding is this horrible mix of unbearably boring and crazy perilous. It's Lucy on her tiny trike and Peter on his bike and the two of them trying to keep up with each other and be safe but also being distracted by every thing on our path (such as: big bumblebees, people who say hello*, trash on the ground, the faucet where "remember that time that Peter turned it on?").
Oh, and did I mention that Lucy can't actually ride her trike up any hill of any grade, and Peter's kind of nervous to ride his bike down any hill of any grade, so between the two of them there's quite a bit of walking bikes and trikes and mama bending down to push or to slow down.
Yesterday we rode our bikes to the Tot Lot, which was a terrible idea that I'm not at all looking forward to recreating, although I'm a little afraid I've set a precedent. According to Google Maps it's a half-mile ride, which probably is pushing it for those little legs, especially Lucy in her trike.
new style: backward
There's precious little that a good swing doesn't cure, and so they happily spent their entire time in the swings, until it was time to go to the Co-op for bagels and seeds. (Of the planting variety. Our garden might actually be growing!)
*And this is a college campus. There are a lot of people who say hello.
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