As the days began to grow longer, and #2 was clearly not on her way, we started finding more to do. Gramma Mini made the comment that she just loves to paint birch trees, so I had the perfect place to go for a little outing. We even took the dog (which was a big deal for him, as his running is getting rather gimpy).
Gramma kept trying to take pictures for her art, and something kept jumping into the middle of them. I wonder if she will make it into a painting?
It was a wonderful ride, and a beautiful day. No bugs, perfect weather, great views.
The only thing I would have rather been doing was birthing! (After all, this day was our due date.) This was a good second, though.
Later on, after getting rid of the pregnant, whiney, and weak ones (yes, that would be three separate ones!), Gramma and Daddy took off on a real man-man ride.
Gramma Mini has now tried a little fat biking! We knew J.R. would get her to do it.
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