Please pardon my short hiatus from the blogosphere, but my world has looked something like this for much of the past three weeks:
While we have had our share of late night dirty diapers and fussing baby, don't let the first picture fool you. Coen has been super sweet, and we couldn't be happier to have him around. I am well aware of how blessed we are to have a baby who is healthy and for the most part easily soothed. After food and clean pants he mostly just wants to be in motion, which is a better fit for us than a baby who wants to be still. There has been lots of dancing in the living room, early morning walks and maybe even a short baby bjorn bike ride in the back yard to celebrate his third birthday. But we won't talk about that because some would say that is to early for an infant to be associated with bikes (not to mention the lightning storm that was going on at the time.)
Obviously a newborn has cut into my riding time, but hasn't stopped me from riding at least a little bit everyday. The day he was born the freak dog and I were out for a short ride at 4:30 in the morning before heading to the hospital. Even better, little dudes arrival was timed such that I haven't had to miss a week of bike polo.
This past week all I had to provide were and bike and a mallet for myself. MicD brought cones, Seanjohn brought a ball, and everyone there had their own mallet. I'd say it warmed the cockles of my heart, but according to my dictionary that would mean either an edible, burrowing, bivalve mollusk with a strong ribbed shell, or a small shallow boat. I guess I'll go with warming the mollusk of my heart, either way it was cool.
I didn't have long to ride so I rode harder than I usually do. Felt so flippin' good get out and rally around on the trails, it had been too long. The Big Dummy is nearing completion, so hopefully I can figure out a safe way to get the little dude our riding before too long. Mom's itching to get back in the saddle too.
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