Well, it's officially spring here at our house. In spite of how it reads, that doesn't necessarily mean consistently warm weather, flowers, green grass, and balmy temps. It means that Joe resurfaces from the basement and starts riding outside again.
I'm happy for Joe. He's been going a little stir crazy in January and February, which in turn makes me a little loony.
Never again will this gear set be so sparkling clean.
This will probably be a common scene for the next several months. As Daddy heads out for a ride, Jonas and I will spend lots of time climbing around on the new equipment at "our" park, taking walks--sometimes runs--and hanging around with Ginger.
Hang in there, Jonas. Your time will come soon.