This was something we did this week.

It turns out I bit off more than I could chew. I was desiring to take a trip around the country side but it turns out these old bikes aren't really made for gravel roads along with a trailer full of kids and milk. I found it is a great picture of my life at this time. End up going down a road that looks like fun and is. But. there is this up hill battle. No real hills but the work feels as if there were. The gravel keeps shooting out from under the tire so it seems each push forward has a bit of going back attached to it.

Taking care of kids feels like this at times. Oh the joy of sweet, sweet girls. But. There are times you feel you have it all figured out and then the baby starts to cry even though she is fed, napped, and changed. And just when she starts up the two and 11 month old (pretty much three at this point) starts to act up in ways that you have thought were under control. She knows not to do that but is throwing a fit because you said no to her again. Up hill battle with a most spectacular view. Worth every leg of the journey but a little tiring when all you can see is the ground you are fighting over.

Here is the view when you can take a break from peddling and coast for even that split second.

A happy baby on the floor, enjoying life.

Bowls of "grapefruit" for mommy, daddy and Suzie. The pink one was mine, the blue one daddies and the green one her own.

A Great Grampa trait that has found it's way into my baby. I guess he would lie flat on his back, lift his head and watch TV.

And a face that screams "I love you" without actually screaming.

A quick trip to the garden park that no longer has flowers but for the two in my pram.

Blue sky's bring out the blue eyes.

Make it into a little picnic even though it is freezing and the little noses go red.

Cross eyed babies make me smile, what a view.

A moment shared before we head off home again, 'cause man it was cold out.

In the end the ride was good, it was long. I was sweating. I was tired. A little grumpy at times. Had a hard time focusing on Suzie's questions through the hard pushes. But. It was good. That is the key point to the whole ride. I knew half way through that it would be worth it in the end. In the moments where I could see nothing but the struggle I kept telling myself, in the back of my mind, it will be wroth it. I will come out stronger.

And so I tell myself when I have two kids crying at me, both in what seems a state of unmanageable discontent. This too shall pass and we will all be stronger for it. And the view. Who can dispute the view? It is all worth it in the end.