On Saturday we took a little family bike ride by the Schuylkill River, along West River Drive (it’s tamer than the more popular – and more famous – Kelly Drive). Poor B has grown so much in the year (or less) since we bought his bike that he practically can’t ride it. (The handsome man riding towards us is Mr.)
Those tiny wheels require some serious peddling – which he is completely up to – but he was exhausted by the time we got back to the car.
Before heading home, B made several David Attenborough -esque short films about geese. (Please note the honking. He is quite a naturalist.)