More mows

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.

Happy Birthday Dad!

Today is my dad's birthday! Number thirty-four. Since it's too early to have any photos of today's celebrations, I thought I'd share some shots from our most recent mowing adventure.

 Without my 'phones.

 And with.

No photos, Mom. I look ridiculous!

Sacrificing the cheeks for the hearing. 

Happy 34th, Dad!