Fresh!

Nothing says summer better than fresh veggies. Can you say Farmer's Market?

Can you say load up the stroller?

OK doak artichoke. Let's giddy up with our next adventure.

I began my career as a cyclist this week. At first glance you'd say I wasn't that into it.

I actually did like it...but I was being dragged along a mile behind my Mom. Then I fell asleep. Then I fell over despite being properly secured in my harness. Then she rudely woke me up. She was worrying about the weight of my helmet on my little neck muscles. Supposedly/statistically the trailer is the safest. My mom agrees that it is very stable and doesn't change the handling of the bike. She says she did not like it because she couldn't take advantage of many of the pedestrian paths getting to and from the boardwalk because the trailer wouldn't fit.  In truth, I believe it was because I was too far away from her. I'm sure she got lonely without me to talk to. Rumor has it she thinks that is what cycling with the girls is all about.

Next I tried the I -bert. Let me tell you I loved it. I shrieked with excitement! It is very light and a very simple design. My Mom's bike and stem are too short though so she had to cowboy her legs around the seat and kept bashing her knees into my seat ...or so she says. We all know the real truth she was tired of me being in front. I am always in front when we run together. Always! In fact  I am even in front with my eyes closed and I schlep all of our gear. She makes me carry my own snacks and her water bottle along with her I phone, garmin, wallet, and clean T shirt for story hour. I should request a carbon fiber stroller to lighten my load. Anyway, I got off track. Next up we will try the baby seat that mounts to a bike rack behind the seat. I'll keep you posted.

 

I can just imagine my Mom and I riding along the boardwalk on some quiet mornings after the tourist season is over . Our hair smashed by helmets blowing in the wind. For now we will just practice hanging out in front of the fan.

While I wait for the perfect bike set up I could settle for riding a pony. I spotted this ride on 16 th street North of Montana. I wonder if the owners would mind if I exercised it a bit. I mean horses need daily exercise do they not? I know what you are thinking ...you shouldn't post where you live on facebook or the Internet. Hold your horses. I can assure you much to my chagrin  I do not live North of Montana Avenue. Besides that, we run all over town. My Mom had an all time high in terms of weekly run miles. They were ran as a means of resting while I am safely secured in a 4 point restraint harness and not able to climb on or destroy anything .... as a means of shuttling me to story hour, the parks, the grocery store and the farmers market.

On that note, I actually logged more miles than my Mom by doubling up and running with my Dad. I had my first celebrity sighting running with my Dad Saturday. In truth, it's not that big of a deal. I was treated with celebrity status everyday of my life in San Diego. 

Thank goodness for the parks.  Not only can I play the drums but I have a super large xylophone to play with too. I'll be promoted to rockstar status in no time.

We've Moved!

 Well we had our fun in San Diego.

 But the end snuck up on us and it was time to pack up in a hurry.

Yes! I am aware I was photographed not wearing pants. I told you we were in a hurry.

In the final moments there may have been a bit of monkeying around

just to ensure we savored some of those typical yet special moments

 

before they were going, going, gone.

One evening I climbed in the car and fell asleep and in the morning to clarify I didnt sleep all night in the car when I woke up........

Hello Santa Monica!!!!!

What nice weather you have!

 Fun for all ages. If only I was 2...then I could attend gymnastics in the sand.

I guess I'll have stick to my tried and true activities swinging, swimming, and stories.

But wait! There is more fun. Douglas Park has swings, sprinklers, and sand!

 I found me a childrens bookstore with nooks and cranny's and cool chairs too.

 

The time has come for me to pack my things and say good bye to my San Diego friends.

We are moving to Montana.

No. No.No.  Not the state! The avenue! Santa Monica is famous for Montana Avenue.

 My parents and I will only we there for a year. We headed up recently to survey the scene.

 Looks like it will be a year of chasing rainbows.

Classic San Diego

San Diego is known for a few things. One being the beach, another the zoo. This week I enjoyed them both. There is a song I have heard more than once. It goes a little something like this... You belong in the Zoo. The San Diego, San Diego Zoo.

 The San Diego Zoo is a special place to my family. When my Dad was young he would come to San Diego and visit his Grandma and attend zoo camp. Neither of my Grandma's live in san Diego, If they did I'd be happy to stay with them and attend zoo camp. My Grandma Cindy was delighted to jet down from Nor Cal to share a day at the zoo with me. My Grandma Judi provided my zoo attire. If you look closely there our monkeys on my shirt. It's important to dress for the occassion. 

  My Dad is always calling me a monkey and was a little bit worried a mamma monkey might try to steal me. I made it home safe and sound though.

What would be summer without a Tri Club aquathlon. For most it is one part social and one part supper with some swimming and running for good measure. For me it was all pure sand and social.

Now I know why sleep is so important! It's my chance to dream up some more great adventures.