it was on the tip of my tongue, til i decided ‘milestonamonstrous!’ would suffice.
Pre (slightly-Post)-Emptive Warning: This post is lame and will suck.
no photos, and prose that is mostly weary and in food coma. It was too milestonamonstrous to not throw down on paper while fresh. Some days being father to these kids is a blessing from angels.
Alana rode her goofy plastic tricycle more-or-less to The Eagle.
You: WTF is The Eagle?
Me: Dude, you don’t have the handshake.
Those little legs have figured out how to steer and pedal. They kept going, kept climbing, kept rolling downhill. G rode the strider bike, while Alana huffed with jealousy and fretted with temerity, but knew exactly our destination.
At The Eagle, Alana climbed up the walls, and the rock piles, while G spotted her. And when she wanted to keep climbing and G wanted to ride the trike, she got bent but I just kept repeating ‘share share share‘ til her breathing quieted and she seemed to get it. G was a great big sister by saying thank you and giving me no grief about giving it up after a lap.
and giving a demo!
we rode up the hill. i forget things. we kept riding home, 2 beautiful little girls following me and each other, our tinyPeloton, herded by our dog. G sessioned the tiny slope into the parking lot, Alana wanted to try. Alana wanted to switch bikes. And she was on the strider bike and coasting down gravity and getting it. Use your feet, roll roll. Sharing, sessioning, trading back and forth my 2 great little girls, sessioning some more.
Alana finally crapped out and took the gimme in the jogging stroller the last 200 yards home.
What a wonderful outing the three of you shared. Happy you had such a lovely time with your beautiful daughters. 🙂