Biking With Babies

We went on a bike ride today as a family. 

Well more like Brad and I went on a bike ride and we towed the boys along like a U-Haul trailer. Except it has seat belts and you know, cushy chairs. 

The boys usually love it. They feel like they're going fast because they're so low to the ground, they get the wind from the open trailer and they don't have to even work at pushing pedals or anything to get from point a to point b. Smart kids. 

Ready to roll phat in their Benz

Not that it's a lot of work, since the closest non-manmade hill is in West Virgina. Or Something.

We like to ride around Cape May and gawk at all the 28 room mansions and complain about how ugly some of them are and how it's WAY too much house to clean.

We dis on the mansions to make us feel better about living in a small little military townhome. 



The boys started fighting before we even left the front yard. God forbid they had to sit in such proximity to each other that their skin was touching. Cam doesn't mind because he can lean on big brother's shoulder and sleep. Big brother doesn't appreciate it and tries to shove him off. Then Cam kept pulling Calen's Spiderman sunglasses off and knocking them on Calen's helmet. And then he proceeded to twist in his 5-point harness so that he could chew on Calen's helmet straps. Calen was beside himself.

"NO BABIES!! MINES HATS!"

I imagine it is pretty obnoxious to have to sit next to a one year old that likes to pull/hit/chew on all the shit that's attached to your head. 

NO BABIES!!!! MINES HAT!

 

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