This is my friend. The rain.
My bike has had a flat tire for something like three months. This has been ok because it’s also pretty consistently been over 96 degrees every single day for around three months, so I wasn’t exactly hopping around begging to ride my bike. The weather has recently taken a turn for the MUCH more delightful, and so I started longingly staring at my bicycle on the porch and/or asking Sean to get a tire for it so Jasper and I didn’t miss the beautiful autumn weather that’s perfect for bicycling around.
LO AND BEHOLD, the bike is now fixed. Sean (and Jasper, I guess?) switched it all out this morning, and all day long Jasper and I talked about riding bikes. We were running errands this morning, and then I spent 45 minutes trying to get him to nap (why does he randomly skip naps now? This causes slight waves of panic to run through my body) before giving up. Then he colored and played while I worked (we’re trying out “quiet time” if I really need to work and he’s refusing to nap — so far, so good). We ate dinner, and then finally, FINALLY, it was bicycle riding time.
Except.. it was raining. So I looked at my child, he who adores the rain, and asked if he wanted to ride in the rain.
He responded, of course, with a very emphatic ”YES.” He is also half his father, and Sean loves do just about anything in the rain. I can’t even tell you how many times it’s been raining outside and Sean’s like “Let’s go hike! Let’s go ride bikes! Let’s go walk around and sing songs and hold hands!”
I’m not talking sprinkles, but I’m also not talking thunderstorms — just regular ole rain. We’ve ridden in it before, but I always like to check with Puna because you never really know how a 2 1/2 year old is going to respond to most things at any given time, even if it’s something they’ve loved 85 times before.
So off we went, hoodies on and shoes laced up, riding in the rain. Jasper was thrilled with life, and since the rain wasn’t too bad I don’t THINK I got any “Lady, you’re crazy, your child is going to be sick” looks. We rode around for a solid forty minutes, and I’d periodically check in to make sure Jasper was ok. At one point, we had this exchange:
Me: “Jasper, are you ok?”
Jasper: “Yes!”
Me: “Are you cold?”
Jasper: “No! I am hanging out with the rain.”
And so he was. Just chillin, you know, with his friend. The rain. Somebody scoop up this kiddo and put him in a puddle, because that’s where he’d be happiest.
Speaking of puddles, kind of, we recently introduced Jasper to bubble bath. Since then he’s stayed in the bath tub until the water is cold every night, surrounded by bubbles. I’m pretty sure he’s developing a fairly expensive habit.
LO AND BEHOLD, the bike is now fixed. Sean (and Jasper, I guess?) switched it all out this morning, and all day long Jasper and I talked about riding bikes. We were running errands this morning, and then I spent 45 minutes trying to get him to nap (why does he randomly skip naps now? This causes slight waves of panic to run through my body) before giving up. Then he colored and played while I worked (we’re trying out “quiet time” if I really need to work and he’s refusing to nap — so far, so good). We ate dinner, and then finally, FINALLY, it was bicycle riding time.
Except.. it was raining. So I looked at my child, he who adores the rain, and asked if he wanted to ride in the rain.
He responded, of course, with a very emphatic ”YES.” He is also half his father, and Sean loves do just about anything in the rain. I can’t even tell you how many times it’s been raining outside and Sean’s like “Let’s go hike! Let’s go ride bikes! Let’s go walk around and sing songs and hold hands!”
I’m not talking sprinkles, but I’m also not talking thunderstorms — just regular ole rain. We’ve ridden in it before, but I always like to check with Puna because you never really know how a 2 1/2 year old is going to respond to most things at any given time, even if it’s something they’ve loved 85 times before.
So off we went, hoodies on and shoes laced up, riding in the rain. Jasper was thrilled with life, and since the rain wasn’t too bad I don’t THINK I got any “Lady, you’re crazy, your child is going to be sick” looks. We rode around for a solid forty minutes, and I’d periodically check in to make sure Jasper was ok. At one point, we had this exchange:
Me: “Jasper, are you ok?”
Jasper: “Yes!”
Me: “Are you cold?”
Jasper: “No! I am hanging out with the rain.”
And so he was. Just chillin, you know, with his friend. The rain. Somebody scoop up this kiddo and put him in a puddle, because that’s where he’d be happiest.
Speaking of puddles, kind of, we recently introduced Jasper to bubble bath. Since then he’s stayed in the bath tub until the water is cold every night, surrounded by bubbles. I’m pretty sure he’s developing a fairly expensive habit.
