I Want to Ride My Bicycle. I Want to Ride My Bike.

Logan's birthday gift when he turned 3 was a big boy bicycle. It was love at first sight. Seriously, a major fit went down in the middle of Walmart when he learned that he could not ride the bike he had picked out through the store. Mommy and Daddy questioned whether to leave with the bike, the kid, or the bike and kid. It was a doozy.

Anyway, Logan has been begging me to take him on a bike ride for several weeks. The begging started on a snowy day and hasn't let up. Now that the weather has become more pleasant, I've been more receptive to the begging. I told Logan the other night that if he went to bed without getting up we would go on a bike ride the next day. The next morning, at 6am, I heard Logan yell from the top of the stairs "It's wake up time! Mommy, get up for our bike ride!" I managed to put him off for several hours but then we began to prepare for the ride. Somewhere along the way the ride to the park became a ride and picnic at the park. When I started pulling picnic supplies out of the fridge Logan appeared with a silly basket. Not that I'm image conscious but the idea of walking a mile holding a basket was not my first choice...but there was no getting out of it...we HAD to take the picnic supplies in the picnic basket. I made sandwiches and packed pudding, apples and water bottles (reusable) and off we went. Logan is not a fast rider. He likes to watch the front wheel turn and tends to veer left into the grass A LOT. It was a LOOOONNNNNGGGG journey (barely a mile) but we finally made it, intact, without a fit, and ready to picnic at the park! He parked his bike and ran to the picnic table. I sat down, took one picture of Logan with his basket, and began unloading our goodies. Logan took one bite of his sandwich, looked at me, and said (if this is where you expect a sweet "thank you" or "great picnic, mommy" please stop reading now...) "Mommy, I gotta poop." Yep, it took us 45 minutes to ride 1 freakin' mile for him to need to go potty. If it were just pee, problem solved. However, it 'twas not...and we were not alone at the park. Soooo, we packed back up, helmeted up, and headed back home. (only took 30 minutes this time) We did make it home without an accident but threw the bike in the yard and went running into the house where he did not have to go to the bathroom after all. Yep. We both napped that afternoon. Hopefully our next bike ride/picnic is more successful.