Remember Maizey and Dad mowing?
Well, on Saturday Lucy took a spin.
Only complication was that I couldn't get any front-facing shots for fear of sending her into a "MAMA" calling fit.
And, then Ms. 38 lbs, and nearly 3 years old had to have a turn.
Poor Dad.
To this, add four yards of mulch spreading and a two-child-trailer-pulling 12 mile bike ride and you can guess where Dad is right now.
Sleeping.
With ice on his quads.
And visions of a childless, wifeless life.
