And in my efforts to live through my children, I decided to make this spring break one that they would remember. And oh, will they. I badgered Eric to take some time off work. He took Thursday and Friday. We made big plans. I bought a bike for Lillie. This bike, that I wish came in an adult size because, the cuteness! I buy all my exercise equipment based on how stylish and cute it will make me.
I struggled to assemble it. Every time I start to think too highly of my intelligence, all I need to do is try to assemble a child's toy. Or figure out the rainbow loom. I digress. Anyway, one of my favorite memories as a parent is packing a picnic lunch one day and taking it to the park. I remember the kids loved eating at the picnic tables, they played themselves silly and we generally had a wonderful time. It was one of those days that just came together to be special all on its own. That was at our house in Fort Thomas. The park near that house isn't all that close to our new house, so I thought it would be fun to recreate that experience at our new park. There is a park in our neighborhood that is fantastic. It has trails for walking and bike riding, a killer jungle gym, lots of grass, clean bathrooms and picnic tables. It's also at the top of a hill. It gets a lot of wind.
I discovered this as we unpacked our picnic lunch, yelled at kids to, for the love of Pete, please hold their plates down. The wind knocked over a cup of lemonade. It blew a plate full of tuna all over Elise. It blew food onto the concrete that Chloe rushed to try to eat. It made Evie cry. And then Elise.
We threw in the towel on the lunch and decided to unpack the bikes to ride. Eric mentioned that we should probably not have tried teaching three kids (while pushing one in a stroller) how to ride bikes. I thought training wheels on two would be enough to prevent falling, but I was wrong. There were tears. We eventually asked each kid to push her bike back to the car. More tears. It was declared the worst day ever. Then the kids declared it the worst day ever. Lillie decided that she isn't a bike rider after all, but thanks for the bike anyway. She can at least ring the bell for fun. And that's what I was going for. A bell for her to ring. At least she will never forget this spring break. Even if she tries.