Tour de Grumpy Pants

I could post just the first photo and tell you about the glorious moment in which both my boys were able to ride alongside each other on the trail, allowing mom a joyful brisk walk or slight jog to keep up. 

But this is real life. 

About a quarter mile in, Anders decided he didn't want to ride his bike anymore and he wanted me to carry it. And oh yeah, carry my helmet, too, Ma. And despite Mommy acquiescing to his pint-sized demands, he still was a grump the rest of the way, compounded by the stark contrast of a good-mood brother joyfully riding his bike 20 yards and then turning around to check in and then taking off again. Rinse and repeat.

I'm not discouraged, though. We will try again another day. Perhaps the sunshine and the balmy 50 degree winter weather was too delightful.