Sunday bike ride alone

Glorious October day, 70-some degrees and sunny, and I get the gift of a bike ride alone.  Pete got home from his race and insisted I go out and enjoy it.  Truth be told, I would have preferred a family bike ride.  I think I honestly enjoy them better than biking by myself.  But I know I need to take the opportunity to ride fast while I can, come winter I will be longing for it. When I am alone I am a lot more observant of my surroundings and not busy looking back at the status of the baby.  Here are the photos I stopped to take.

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This mom gets a gold star. Aleady? *blush*

There is a funny blog called STFU Parents, where they poke fun at parents who overshare on Bookfarce, like with photos of birth or afterbirth.  Or their child’s poo or boogers.  Or mommy-hijacking every conversation that has nothing at all to do with parenting or children. I have come across the blog a few times over the years and tried to make mental notes of what the world deems Too Much, and to not allow myself to Go There.  Even though, let’s be honest, many of my friends and family BEG for the overshare. But that is THEIR problem I guess. Nevertheless, I am sure I have toed the line, and crossed the line of appropriateness a few times, but to make up for it I do try to keep things interesting or amusing even to non-parentals.  Which I was one of, very recently. For like: 34 years. So after seeing much ado [disgust] about “belly photos” on STFU Parents, I felt the need to email the girl my alien baby belly photo to inject into her day some disgust in a good way.  Well, she awarded me the much-coveted and rarely received Mom’s Gold Star!  Which is basically an overshare that is a-w-e-s-o-m-e and that can be enjoyed by non-breeders. Yay me!  Happy to oblige, and I soooo humbly accept this award, and would like to thank the Academy…of Pediatrics.  Not really. Coming soon: Alien baby now 1 year old?!?

 

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Pumpkin Patch time

Today we went to Goebbert’s Farm in Barrington, with Lu & Gerry and Britt & Mike.  There was a huge petting zoo, including many exotic animals from Africa.  Lucy was more interested in looking at the other children.  She took several steps toward Gerry, while standing on the picnic table, all to get to an ifone.  Then she took several steps towards me as we were leaving.  We ate apple cider donuts and drank hot cider.

Lucy….meet Lucy Van Pelt.

It’s a joy to drive all over the suburbs in search of diesel, and watch your fuel range tick down, down, down, until finally, the 5th gas station has diesel and you pull in on ZERO. I guess no one uses diesel in the burbs? We don’t have trouble finding it in the city.  In fact, our car dealer called us and asked us if we would be willing to trade in our car, because they have such a high demand of diesel cars they can’t keep up.

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Gouda one for me at Handlebar

After visiting City Soles for Bogs, we took Lucy to Handlebar, the restaurant in Wickertown where we went on our first date. It has a cycling theme and is a hangout for the grungy hipster biker types.  The tradition is Pete orders a grilled cheese with tomato and I order the Green Meany, a vegetarian sandwich, with a side of *GOUDA* mac-n-cheese. Here it is:

Lucy hoarding lemons.

Here is the table for 2, where we had our first date, three and a half years ago.It was like serendipity that they had a Stiegl Radler on the menu.Lucy spent the whole time wooing our co-diners: the older gay couple behind us, random awkward young dates, but especially the young, cute married couple next to us, sitting at our original “date” table for 2. At first I thought they were on a date and I was so tempted to lean over and inform them that they were looking at their future, 3 years down the road. Lucy sent them much baby voodoo.

When we got home, Lucy tried on dad’s new rain boots…

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