On Sunday we wanted to make the most of the nice weather so we packed up the kids and their bikes and set out in search of some trails. Steve and I have high hopes that we will all be able to go on bike rides together at some point, but so far our plans aren't really working out.

I can't remember if I blogged about this before, but last year Steve and I got new bikes, along with a trailer for him to pull Emma and Noah and this awesome bike seat for me to carry Allie. It was all great and we can still do that this year, but Allie isn't going to fit in that seat forever, and at this point none of our kids are even remotely close to being able to go on an actual bike ride. "Actual" meaning a bike ride where one travels at a pace faster than a slug.
Emma got her bike two years ago and is still really timid on it. Like she'll consider pushing the pedals, but when she actually starts to move, she freaks and slams on the brakes. You can imagine this does not lead to speedy bike riding.
We got Noah a little bike last year, thinking he would love it, but he was too scared to ever ride it. We were sure this year he would hop right on and pedal away, but no. We had to beg and cajole him to just get on it in the first place, and in the end he spent most of the time chasing after poor Allie and trying to steal her bike.
Allie didn't sit on her bike, but stood up and ran with it clumsily banging around beneath her. At least she was less fearful than the other two - once she got going, she wasn't stopping for anything. I spent a good portion of the excursion yelling for her to come back, but I guess she was too invigorated by the wind in her hair to pay any attention to such things.Of course, a the best part of any bike ride is when Steve hops on Noah's bike. And, even though he looks hilarious as he peddles around on that tiny bike, he still leaves the children in the dust.