Embarked on my first-ever father/son bike ride with the Bug yesterday. We took a leisurely trip around the Back Bay (here in Newport Beach), a popular path where few cars travel. Gorgeous day, too.
His little bike still has training wheels. A bigger one* sits waiting in the garage, but he refuses to ride anything without training wheels. (* Miss Julie picked it up for him in Laguna last month.)
I'm in decent shape .. seeing I've been biking everywhere .. since my license was suspended in June. So my legs feel strong.
The Back Bay loop is 10 miles. So I expected the Bug to be tired afterwards. Surprised me when he insisted on hitting the trampoline soon as we returned.
Used to be I could tire him with a full day of outdoor activity. That doesn't seem to be working so well anymore. Ever since he turned 4 .. he's become impervious. I'm the one who usually tires first.
Speaking of tiring .. last night I slept better than I have in months. Been dragging all day today .. even after a triple-espresso this morning. I made some puttanesca for lunch today. That usually helps. (Carb-loading.)
The loop is mostly flat but has one big down-hill. Made me smile to hear him yelling, "Woo-hoo!" all the way. "That was cool, dad!"
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We watched Tale of Despereaux after getting off the trampoline. Excellent story. My favorite part was the voice of Dustin Hoffman who played Roscuro the Rat. Also a nice touch to have Sigorny Weaver narrating. (Great job, Sig.)
Tons of impressive talent all assembled in a single film. No wonder we had to wait more than a month. This week's book was » Dirty Joe the Pirate: A True Story:
Out upon the briny deep, where the wild & wet winds blow,
There sailed a cruel & evil man, the pirate Dirty Joe.
He sailed upon the scummiest craft that ever left the docks.
He roamed the world and 7 seas in search of dirty socks.
I'm never really sure how long the Bug is going to be around. Seems like there's been one treacherous plot after another .. trying to separate us. (Probably cuz there has.) So I try to make every minute count. (He's 4½.) He laughs a lot when we're together, so I feel the minutes are counting.
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