It feels like only yesterday that Miss K and I did our first stroller run together... I remember that day so well: It was early winter, K was all snuggled up in her fluffy white suit with the bunny ears, and my heart felt alive with the joy of running outside with my little one. Things must not have looked so peaceful and serene from the outside, though, because after completing our umpteenth lap of the shortish paved path through the botanical gardens, one of the gardeners came up to us and asked if we were trying to find the exit but couldn't, ha!
|Our first stroller run, more than three years ago.|
Anyway, you already know that our stroller running heydays are over, but this weekend we started a brand new chapter: That fluffy little white bunny that I spent hours and hours running with is now officially a cycling chick!
|Of course her pink purse filled with Stickeez couldn't stay behind ;).|
This weekend, totally out of the blue, and with no cuing from us, K asked if she could bring her bike on our evening walk. Of course we took the double stroller along just in case she got tired and wanted to hop in, but she wanted nothing of the sort: She rode the entire 2-ish kays by herself and couldn't be happier!
I, on the other hand (and to Will's great amusement), was a nervous wreck, scurrying around like a mother hen with ten chicks. "Stay next to the pavement, Dear!". "Be careful, here comes a car!". "Not so fast, Honey!". She quite obviously inherited her dad's cycling genes and not mine, simply replying "yes, Mommy" every time and then continuing to ramp off the sidewalk and fly over rocks and sticks with the greatest of ease and the biggest smile on her face. This girl.
Brother Bear enjoys our expeditions just as much, but thankfully still prefers Seat No. 4 of the red wagon after a kay or so of exploring and running around. I can only imagine the degree of ramping and flying over rocks that will take place once this little dude gets on a bike...!