more bikes, more baby.

I rode my bike again on Saturday. It was a big group of 30 women, broken into 3 smaller groups. I ended up being the sweeper for a group with some super friendly beginners in it, which is rad, but I got lots of bug bites. Love my bike though. Love it, love it, love it. I have certain places on the trail at Palos that I know have been trouble spots that are great places to judge how a bike works. On my new Rock Lobster, I just sail over those spots. A number 1. Four stars. Two thumbs up.

I'm buying more swim diapers for E, since one is OBVIOUSLY not enough. And here's the kicker: he's a size LARGE. ??? Since when is my little one, just 8 mos old, large? Did I miss something here? Irealized last night that we have zero video of him. Which isn't necessarily bad but I have this sudden terror- what if we miss it? There's no going back. He won't be teeny again. Maybe I'm a terrible mom. Maybe I'm the worst mom on earth. Then again, probably not.

I need to not think about these things.