Recently Whittaker let us know that Sundays were boring. Oddly enough we thought they were relaxing. One day that no construction was occurring. We sometimes played a game or sat on the porch to listen to frogs or birds. However as the weather became nicer we decided to include Daddy in our bike rides one Sunday afternoon. Not a long ride, but fun and hot. After that we knew we needed to go earlier.. it was just getting too warm for biking in the afternoons. So the following Sunday we attached the basket to my bike and opted to pack water bottles and snacks and enjoy a family ride to a new view spot we'd discovered earlier in the week.
This had the steepest hills we've attempted to date. But some great fun going back down! We stopped along the way to see a lizard Duncan spotted. The view of the valley was vast and our odd assortment of snacks was satisfying.
But once home and our regular Sunday activities filled our afternoon, we began to hear how boring Sundays were. Good time memories don't last long.
