Silas is at a robotics competition (Go Terrabytes!) and won't be back till very late tonight so we've been carless all day. It's not usually a big deal since I'm very much enjoying just chilling on the couch with nothing to do and nowhere to go. But at about 3:30 this afternoon Gideon started freaking out
After trying to squeeze a coat hanger over his head and spinning around in circles till he got so dizzy he fell over he decided on a change of scene. He kept bringing me his shoes and when I ignored his shoving of shoes in my face he went and banged them on the front door. *sigh* "Good thing I changed out of my footed pajamas*" I thought to myself.
So we put on our matching black peacoats and went for a stroll. We walked to the end of the block and crossed the street and walked to the other end and then back to our house. I let Gideon walk around to the back yard and that's when he saw our bike.
I say "our" bike because there is a baby seat attached to the back and Gideon and I almost always bike together. Anyhow, he had seen our bike, he ran up to, and then began making excited grunting noises whilst pointing at his bike helmet in the bike basket. "Why not?" I thought and so we loaded up for a bike ride.
We didn't go far because we live half way up a giant hill so going anywhere other than our street would require either walking the bike, which I hate, or some serious pedaling, which I was way to tired for. But Gideon was more than happy with just going up and down the street a few times. It's the little things in life that make great adventures for toddlers.
*Don't judge me. I lurv them.