Riding Mrs. Peterson

Well, Cade, just like his mama, has fallen in love with Mrs. Peterson. Hour after hour he begs to “wide bite!” (Translation: ride bike) And, well, despite it being spring, it’s wretchedly cold here – as in, much too cold to ride a bike. But when his begging has driven me to a near psychotic state, I usually give in, just so he’ll stop imploring me with those big beautiful eyes to go “ousside.” So this afternoon, even though it had snowed a good foot or so last night, I took him out bike riding. We donned our hats and gloves (though it looks silly in the picture because I have no gloves small enough for the teensy man child) and started our bike-riding adventure. Because this whole exercise thing is to strengthen my lungs anyway, it’s not easy to not have asthmatic issues with a 25 lb dead-weight strapped to my chest, but with my inhalers(s), I make it just fine. I’m really having a lot of fun bonding with my wee one this way.