I decided on Wednesday afternoon to take them to the local park/lake/bike trail to ride. I didn't have time to figure out how to put the rack on the van for my bike but I figured, hey they're just learning, I can keep up. HA!
This is the last I saw of Zack:
I bent over to get Sky going on her bike and he was GONE. As Skyler and I stumbled our way around the lake, she wobbling and shooting in front of joggers, me yelling "SORRY" and "Excuse her" repeatedly, I had half a mind to ask one of the joggers going in our direction that if they saw a boy with a tie dye shirt on to tell him to "Get his ASS back to his mother NOW". But they were probably already annoyed with me. We eventually found him 3/4 of a mile around sitting on a bench enjoying some water from his bottle and patiently waiting for us.
Next I let them run off some energy by running up the steps of a giant hill and then rolling down. This park is a former trash heap. That's right, it's built on trash.
Little House on the Prairie Molnar Style:
As we were leaving we stopped to watch some people who were fishing. In the time that we were there they caught a large turtle, a large eel, and an enormous catfish. The kids were SO impressed.
Then this guy, Scott, showed up. He comes every Wednesday and Thursday to feed the geese.
We had a blast and as usual, because he has trouble with transitions, Zack decided it was the worst time ever when it was time to leave and he wanted to stay. I wish the poor kid would find another way to show his disappointment. But whatev, I'm used to it.