We've been talking about going on a family bike ride for awhile and it was finally warm enough over the weekend. I was particularly excited, because I've had my beach cruiser for a year and a half and have never had a chance to ride it because it was either the dead of winter or I was super pregnant. I don't even own a bike helmet yet. We prepared ourselves that this bike ride would be more like a bike walk, and it was just that. But it was fun. This was Q's first time out on her bike other than pedaling around in the backyard on the patio and lawn. We don't have a bike trailer yet, so we brought the stroller and Aaron pushed Soren (and pulled Corbin along on his bike) while I helped Quincy steer, and Reese circled around all of us, having the time of her life. About halfway through, Quincy "got it" and was much more confident. As predicted, Corbin pooped out after 1/2 mile and wanted to run and explore on the trail instead. Which was fine with Aaron since he wanted to check out the fish, too. They walked behind and the girls and I rode along slowly ahead.
The children guesses what kind of animal might live in this hollow tree.
About 3/4 of the way around, we crossed paths with a woman who didn't speak english, but was carrying 6 or 7 heavy grocery bags on the trail. I assumed that she was planning to meet up with her family who were all fishing at the end of the lake...about 1/2 mile away. She'd already stopped to rest her hands a couple times as we approached her. We parked the bikes and Aaron let the older children check out the trail and I pushed Soren in the stroller with some of her grocery bags in the basket below and then I offered to carry a couple. She was so relieved. It was a small gesture, but Reese and Quincy were touched that you can serve anyone, even a stranger, and even a stranger we can't communicate with. Aaron would have just spoken to her in spanish, but it wasn't necessary. She knew I was offering to help and accepted and actual words didn't matter.
When we approached the end of the trail, I rode ahead around the lake one more time with just Reese, while Aaron and the other three stopped by some ducks and then headed to the car to load up. It was really fun to stroll along side by side and talk to Reese. We made it back to the car just as Aaron finished buckling Soren and packing up the stroller.



The girls are eager to feed the hens and gather and wash the eggs every day now that they have a physical reminder that hard work brings great rewards. Here they are in the store, flashing their cash around like gangstas. It was super tacky and totally awesome.
Quincy chose an obnoxious hot pink valentine kitty to stuff and named her Emma.










