Weekdays after work…

Several days a week, I walk in the door and have about 5 minutes to inhale a bowl of cereal and grab my sneakers, and then it’s time for a bike ride.

This kid loves his bike – that’s no surprise to anyone. What is new is that he’s big enough now to navigate the bike lanes and multiple intersections required to get us over to the bike paths by the river. All that training is paying off.

We average about 2 miles per ride, with frequent stops for exploration and crash tests. When we’re riding along the sidewalk, he will suddenly fling himself off of his bike and down into the neutral ground. People will actually stop to ask if he’s OK, as he rights himself and yells, “Did you see that one, Mommy?” and I reply, “Dude, that was awesome!”

My city kid

I grew up on ten acres on the outskirts of a small Southern town. As a child, my best friend and I played in the woods with my dogs, pretending to be Indian princesses or fairies until my parents called us in for dinner.

When I moved to Exile, the culture shock was extreme. So many people, so much noise, traffic, horns honking … it’s overwhelming. Watching B navigate childhood here has been, at times, terrifying – but our hard, nerve-wracking work has paid off. Continue reading

Saturday Bike Ride

Preparation (Please note Stripey along for the ride, all cozy in his hat.)

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.)

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