Lookin' good in the neighborhood

I finally got my sick self up and about and decided to take the kids for a bike ride. I have discovered I have become increasing lax on wardrobe choices as each child has come along. Ian wore a pajama shirt, holey jeans and Annika's metallic braided flip flops (he couldn't find his own shoes.) Luckily no one saw us. He enjoyed riding his trike down the big hill on our street and would shout "That's what I'm talkin' about!" Riding the bike back up the hill...he didn't like so much. His flip flops kept falling off and the bike was rolling down the hill faster than he could pedal up. Alexandria, for her part, enjoyed standing with her bike under the street lamp singing "I'm in the spotlight!"