Hittin' the trails

Nick is constantly begging us to go on a bike ride, but it can't be just any bike ride around the neighborhood. He wants to go on the trails and to a park, which is a minimum hour and a half endeavor with him. Now that school is out and bedtimes aren't as strict (thank you maternity leave) bike rides are possible during the week. Even though we bought gear for the whole family last year I am unable to go this year because of Ben, but Mike has been a trooper and taken them a couple of times.

On this particular night I started to get worried that something had happened. They left shortly after dinner (we eat early) and didn't return until nearly dark. Nick was stoked about the long outing.


Zander was just pooped.


And he doesn't even have to do anything! Lazy little bum. (It's hard to see in the black and white, but he has his belt clasp in his little hand. It must have come undone while he was riding, but he fell asleep trying to get it back in. Good for him for trying to be safe.)