Take a ride with me.

Summer is filled with opportunities for family activities. There are only so many free hours, after work and daily responsibilities. One activity per day so usually all I can handle. But sometimes, many things just pile up on the same day. Like Saturday. The antique show started at 9oclock. So I loaded the boys in the car while Paige  and Court babysat (believe me, they would rather babysit than go to an antique show.) then came home, cleaned the house, made a veggie tray and headed over for a picnic, then a ballgame. I was exhausted. Hopefully, I don't appear to every one else that I'm exhausted. I really do enjoy any type of gathering. But with a one year old... and a two year old...
This is a difficult period. I felt the same way when the twins were this age. I felt the same way when the girls were this age. Comparatively, this is such a short moment. It will pass so quickly. Soon, Joshua will be old enough to go outside without constant supervision, he will stay within the boundaries of the yard, he will know enough to stay clear of cars. We can go to the park, and I can sit and relax. Soon enough, soon enough. Mind you, I am not wishing away these years. Oh, no, I just love this stage. I love the first words and the first steps, and the squeals of excitement over silly, simple things like a millipede.
But for now, well, I'm just tired. So after a day of chasin chillins, we drove home a half hour past bed time. Both Joshua and Grace fell asleep in the car. Filthy from head to toe, and knowing there would not be time to bathe them before church in the morning, I had to wake them up, and put two very unhappy babies in the tub, then put them back to bed, change sheets, lay out clothes for the morning, and cut up chicken for Sunday's dinner. Whew.  
Then  I collapsed on the couch, and just then, Tony pulled in the driveway.  Paige leaned over and whispered.... "Wanna go for a bike ride?"

...   "Yep."