The new little peanut was hatched two weeks ago yesterday and I’ve finally been given the all clear by my midwife to get back on the bike. We’re taking it extra easy for now and were really lucky that this morning was Kidical Mass. What better way to ease an infant into the joys of loafing as a bike passenger than a ride where we never reach speeds beyond seven miles per hour?
The wee one handled the ride quite well. She essentially slept through the entirety of it, except for the bits over speed bumps and rough terrain and even then she didn’t wail, just mean mugged at me pretty good.
Chicago’s unseasonable warmth is on its way out this evening and we’re expecting temps in the 20s tomorrow. Since I’m still pretty smitten with this baby I’ll be kind enough to not subject her to that shock quite so soon. But, as soon as the pendulum swings back toward 40, we’ll be out there relearning how to ride together.