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Evening Bike Ride

Our poor kids live on a teeny-tiny lot smack dab in the middle of town with no room to ride bikes or run around besides in their teeny-tiny fenced-in backyard.  For them to get out on their bikes and ride, they need to be supervised so they don't ride on the road. (We need to move already.)

It actually works out kind of nice, though, as riding their bikes on the sidewalk gets to be a treat.  If they are well-behaved (which is every day, of course, cough, cough) and they do all their chores, we head outside in the evening and ride bikes.  I sit in my pink camping chair and crush candy on my phone as the kids zoom past, back and forth up and down the little strip of sidewalk.  If Chet is home, the bigger kids get to go around the block.  Now that's excitement right there!


I can't get over how grown up this little girl is becoming.  She has a thousand adult teeth already and her looks have become more grown up since her kindergarten picture back in September.  She will be my big first grader at the end of summer!


Tucker had a training wheel fiasco.  It literally came apart as he rode his bike.  I keep hoping he will learn to ride without training wheels, but there really isn't anywhere for him to practice and I'm not in any condition to be running next to him as he tries.  Our goal for the end of summer will be to ride without.  

I tried to replace the wheel with another wheel from a different set, but found out that I'm not very strong at removing rusted over bolts.  So I told him he didn't have a choice but to ride with just one training wheel.  

His response, "My bike wants to go to sleep so I will just run on the sidewalk."  


He ran around, then stopped to play in the sand piles while everyone else zoomed past him.



 When he got tired of watching everyone zoom around, he decided to brave it and get on his bike.  He fell a few times but he did pretty well.  Hopefully the other one will break so he will have no choice but to go without.


Piper in her purple shirt and purple crocs on the wrong feet with her purple trike.  She finally figured out to pedal the trike this year.  But she is fearless, zipping down the hill at 100mph with no way to stop.


And this little clown sits on his super-rad trike and cheeses for me upon demand.  I could eat him.  He is enjoying his last six weeks of being king of this castle before the queen moves in.

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