Also, T. and R. went to Kimball farm on the bike today. T., unfortunately, went barefoot in a t-shirt and shorts and came back very, very, very cold. Like, I freaked out about hypothermia cold. I held him (protesting) until he quit looking so purple, and R. made him some hot chocolate and heated up the last of his lunch from Applebee's. We usually go there on Sunday for lunch, but went today instead, since he was with child care yesterday and then we had a big dinner at our place (and we weren't going anywhere near any restaurant anywhere on Mother's Day) with B. (child care), B. (child care's extremely serious boyfriend) and R. (B.'s grandfather). Lots of fun. R. (my husband) made beer batter fish. Turned out even better than usual.
T. and I have been playing on Tuttle. He rides his Kettler balance bike. I ride the Bianchi. He particularly likes the through driveway on the house for sale on that street so we play on that a lot going in circles. I've been practicing slow, tight figure 8s in the street while watching for cars. At least half of the peds and drivers coming through seem to think this is completely reasonable (even admirable) behavior/parenting. The other half seem patient enough -- no one has stopped and told us not to play in the street at any rate, the way people kept being really suspicious of T. playing on the sidewalk on Prospect.
T. and I have been playing on Tuttle. He rides his Kettler balance bike. I ride the Bianchi. He particularly likes the through driveway on the house for sale on that street so we play on that a lot going in circles. I've been practicing slow, tight figure 8s in the street while watching for cars. At least half of the peds and drivers coming through seem to think this is completely reasonable (even admirable) behavior/parenting. The other half seem patient enough -- no one has stopped and told us not to play in the street at any rate, the way people kept being really suspicious of T. playing on the sidewalk on Prospect.