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For the last year or so, since gas prices have risen so much, we have been riding our bikes if we have to go somewhere in town, unless it was raining or really cold, or we had to carry something that was too big to fit in a backpack (like a major grocery shopping trip), or if we had Kindon with us. Last week we bought a bike trailer, and now we don't have to take a vehicle in order to accommodate Kindon when he is with us. Here is the new setup:
The first day that I got the trailer assembled, we went to the Muni Band concert on the square. Here's Kindon in the trailer for his first ride:
I was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to pull the trailer with the bike. Kindon seemed to enjoy it as well. He was obviously tired that evening, and at one point he went back and laid down across the seat of the trailer to rest. After a while he got back up and listened to the rest of the music before we headed for home. I've had him out in the trailer a couple of times since then and really enjoy it.
Because Jeremy is working in Baton Rouge for several weeks and Sara had to work today, we had Kindon with us at church this morning and that was a hoot. We used to have him with us almost every Sunday when he was a baby and Sara and Jeremy's work schedules were very hectic, but he hasn't been with us routinely on Sundays for quite a while now. I wasn't really sure how the service would go since he's not used to being with us. He was very good but he had people all around us chuckling.
Every time that Pastor Jeff or the congregation said "Amen" Kindon would say "Amen." The second time he said it I heard a lady behind us whisper "Good boy!". The children's sermon was about the loaves and fishes, and Pastor Jeff passed out Dixie cups with seven goldfish crackers in each one. Kindon came back to the pew, scarfed up the crackers, and handed me the empty cup, saying, "Hungy, Amma!" Fortunately I had packed a snack container of Cheerios so he munched on Cheerios through most of the rest of the service.
At one point Mike sneezed, and Kindon whispered "Bess you, Bapa." Mike didn't reply, so Kindon said "Bess you, Bapa! Bess you, Bapa!" I guess now Mike knows that he'd better respond the first time. Then when the offering was collected, Kindon chucked his book into the offering plate. I guess he didn't totally get the concept but it was close enough.
After church we went home and had lunch. Then I washed and changed Kindon and took him in to lie down for a nap. He wasn't thrilled about the nap idea and started fussing, "I want to go to church! I want to go to church!" Maybe we'll get to take him again next Sunday
