Tonight we had plans to go to Twilight Tuesday at the History Museum. Boy were we excited. The girls aren't yet steady Eddie enough on their bikes to safely ride on their own so Emma was going to ride the trail behind and Lucy and Eleanor were going to ride in the bike trailer. The girls and I took our bikes out of the shed, packed a picnic dinner and anxiously waited for Kevin to get home. Around 5:20 Kevin squealed into the drive, and took only enough time to change clothes before trying to attach the menagerie of parts on all our wheels. Quickly, the happy scene soured. It's been over a year since our last family bike ride, in fact it's been close to two years. Since then, we've lost a piece to the trail behind, without which it won't attach to my bike. Makes riding it a bit tricky. Another crazy thing has happened over those two years....Eleanor has grown! So much so that unless we cut a hole for her head to stick out of she's not going anywhere in that trailer. We all stood around dumbfounded, what had happened to our happy evening? 3 disappointed girls and a heap of useless wheels. "Well we just did all that for a lot of good old nothing" Eleanor huffed as she stomped away. UGH. I wanted to stomp away too. Say something like " why do we even try to do anything fun, why can't things just work, it's not FAIR!". But, I"m the mom, and you know just like there's no crying in baseball, there's no whining in momming. So, I threw our quilt in the front yard, spread our picnic dinner out and called everyone to join. Unconvinced and only because they were hungry, they came. And then, as if on cue, Lu stepped in the hummus. And we all cracked up, because really, if you can't laugh at a baby covered in hummus then you might as well just go to bed. The night wasn't what we'd planned, but life rarely is. It's a constant game of turning what could be a lot of good old nothing into something.
Not only did she fall in the hummus, she sat in the pizza. Thank God for Lucy!