May 1 three children and I rode downtown to celebrate the end of 30 Days of Biking and the beginning of National Bike Month along with the National Bike Challenge. Brent met us there from work. London was riding with the neighbors who were going to feed the ducks and have a family dinner.
I am usually excited to see bikes locked up at the racks, but it’s not often I the owner. When I spotted this family across the way I had to say hi. I was a bit surprised none of the four had helmets, but understand the illusion the trailer can give to safety.
Once Brent was done threading a lock through our three bikes, we walked around the back of Pullman Square to Harris Riverfront Park. The city has been doing a lot of street improvements and we noticed the curb cuts and new cross walk lights immediately. We have previously had some issues at this intersection with automobile drivers on cell phones when trying to get to the park, and appreciate the safety update.
We found London down at the dock, with the neighbor and two of his daughters, feeding the ducks. We stole her and her bike away from her friend and headed back up to Pullman Square for our dinner and promised rewards.
While there are many great locally owned places to eat downtown, we settled on Unos Pizzeria. It was probably one of the worst cases of over-eating I have committed in quite some time. I wasn’t able to enjoy either the Tropical Moon destination Brent took Elliot and Oliver to, or the Cold Stone Creamery stop I treated Avery with on the way to the Pottery Place for London’s reward. Stuffed.
Since we were downtown directly after school, and not on a Sunday, Avery and I left London to her painting and walked over to Mug & Pia. I had been trying to get into this store for months (maybe even years). I have a hankering for some everyday stationary and heard they had a good selection. They did, but I was more excited to see Etta’s dad’s stuffed creature collection being sold here. He is probably my favorite local artist, and not because he allows my son to have play dates with his daughter.
Brent made it back to the Pottery Place and I left him with everyone but Oliver and then walked back across the street to Soma. One of the troubles I have had with staying downtown for my retail purchases has been undergarments. If you need bras and underware, you can go to the Family Dollar or you go to Barboursville for a Walmart, Target, Kmart, or the mall. It’s not only location that is troublesome, it’s size. I am nearly breastless. Those four babies have left me with the option of ordering very expensive custom sizes online or finding a decent store that can give me a lot of assistance negotiating what is available. Soma did just that. I am grateful they decided to open a business downtown. It had been three and half years since I purchased bras, and I only bought two at the time, they were spent.
With the painting of pottery done, the eating of ice cream over and the purchasing of new delicates (this could read, with our wallets lighter), we headed for the bikes. The sky was giving us a “time is up” dance, with darkening clouds and a setting sun.
At the last block I let Elliot ride on ahead home, and Avery wanted off the deck to race him on foot. Oliver felt he should be allowed as well and slid his shoulder straps off. I used the old “car won’t start if your belts are not buckled” trick my grandma used on us when we were little. The bike stopped until he was tucked in tight again. With Avery off the bike, I was able to provide Oliver with the race he needed be entertained that last block. What a difference 50lbs can make.