Last week the weather was lovely, so Michael and I decided that we'd venture out for our first bike ride of the season. We didn't want to have to pay a babysitter, so we decided to take the kids in the trailer. This is a risky endeavor to say the least. At about seven miles in, they usually begin to get on one another's nerves - and now, almost an entire year since our last cycling excursion, Jonah is much bigger than before, as is Maeryn, so they will definitely be taking up more of one another's space.
And so it was.
After a twenty minute parking lot preparation, during which the kids frolicked through the parking lot, the public garden, and pressed their grubby noses against the MWR window on our local naval base, we were ready to head out.
It had been awhile since I was on the bike, but it felt amazing to be back.
Michael, on the other hand, rides his bike to work daily since we cut back to one car.
We averaged about 16 mph and did the ten miles.
As I suspected, around mile 7 the kids started screaming at and about one another.
I am not sure why they can't just keep their hands to themselves and share toys and books nicely with one another - but this seems to be an utter impossibility at this time.
I'm hoping that somehow money drops from the sky and we can get Jonah a new bike of his own and get the training wheels off asap so he can ride alongside us when we're on slower rides.
The trailer is neat...for one child.