We went out for a 15-mile family ride and wound up doing 25. It was lovely, beautiful day, happy kid. J and I have been snarling at each other lately so a bike ride was a good antidote. We had planned to ride out about 8 miles with him towing the trailer, and then he'd go on while I pulled the trailer home, but we were all feeling good so we just continued on and he pulled the trailer both directions.

I rode the Soma, which is such a comfy ride it feels like cheating. I have to say my Bianchi is more fun to ride, but the Soma is more comfortable. I accidentally left my gloves on the kitchen counter, and on the Bianchi that would have been murder, but the upright position on the Soma meant that I didn't even realize it until about the 20-mile mark.

And Penny did great in the trailer. We haven't taken her out lately and I was afraid she'd either sleep the whole time (nap times are precious around here because I work half-time at home without childcare, so I can't "waste" a nap on a bike ride) or cry. But she did neither. She dozed a little but mostly read her books, pointed out birds and dogs, and watched for trains.

I'm a rotten mother and cyclist, though: last time we went out I forgot our tools and we got a flat tire in the rain, this time I forgot a diaper bag and we had a messy one after 15 miles. (I had a spare diaper in my cycling bag, but that was pure luck.) Also we did not have enough food for a 25-mile ride so J and I ate the pirate booty and cheese we'd brought for the baby. Terrible parents, we are!