After almost two years, we've finally decided to attempt a family bike ride. This is Mia's first time in the Burley. She was all excited to get in until we put a helmet on her. Then the waterworks started. Luckily she had Evan in there to keep her company and cheer her up. We bought a tag-a-long last year, but Evan wasn't quite ready to check it out.
This was Owen's first major independent riding excursion. He was really excited and did great. In fact, he determined our route. He lead over streams,
down hills,
under bridges,
and eventually to a new park.
It was freezing, but we endured it for a half hour of swinging,
sliding,
climbing,
and peeking.
Jim spotted this creature far, far down the hill. This zoomed in photo still does not confirm our argument about what it is. I say muskrat. He says beaver. What do you think?
After we chased the unidentified mammal, we made a chilly break for home. I whipped up a late dinner with the seasons first corn on the cob - one of Owen's favorite. We have learned that we have to clean the table off right after dinner now days. If not, this happens:
Five little fingers found their way into the squishy butter. I'm a bit envious of Mia. How fun is it to get to discover things for the first time without any inhibition? Wind whipping through your hair on your first bike ride. Your stomach flying as you reach the peek of a swing. Your fingers sinking deep into a stick of soft butter. It reminds me to take utter pleasure in the little things.