Sunday, July 24, 2011

Conversations with Abe

Context: Abe suggests he can ride to Auskick while carrying something in each of his hands

Ben: Abe, you’ll need your hands to steer your bike.
Abe: No I won’t. Some people don’t need their hands to steer. People who ride unicorns don’t use their hands.
Ben: Unicorns?...who rides unicorns?
Abe: Isn’t a unicorn a bike with only one wheel?
Ben: I think you mean unicycle. A unicorn is a horse with a horn on its head.
Abe: ...If we ever have a unicorn for a pet, we should name it Sydney.




Sunday, July 17, 2011

Perspective

It's true.

I may not be able to buy a decent burrito.
I may not currently be able to find bananas for less than $12/kilo ($5.40/lb)
and I may never again pay less than $1.30/litre ($4.93/gallon) for gas.
I may not get to go to the Michaelsen family reunion in Missouri in August,
and it may be another Christmas or two before we get to go back to the US at all.
I may have all my seasons upside down
and not be able to buy Celestial Seasonings Mandarin Orange Spice in the entire country of Australia.

But yesterday on a trip to Costco







I got to hug a wombat.



Thursday, July 14, 2011

I'm a real rider

When we moved to Boulder, we had never lived somewhere where outdoor sports were so popular. Hiking, running, skiing, biking, triathlon(ing?), kayaking, and on and on and on. If you could do it outdoors and it didn’t involve a surfboard, people were doing it in Boulder. It was so inspiring to be around that kind of activity all the time; it’s telling of the general tone of the town that after snowstorms, the bike paths were plowed before the streets. There in Boulder we purchase our first bike trailer as well as my first bike as an adult. I loved it and took full advantage of the many bike paths around town. It became part of our lives, riding our bikes to get from here to there. There were weeks where we would park the car after church on Sunday and it didn’t move again until we got into it to go to church the following week.

Biking being such a huge part of our lives, I was really concerned when we moved here that I wouldn’t be able to carry on riding as much. And it’s true that I really can’t – Target is not within biking distance, and the grocery store is a bit far to ride there every time we need something. But for the most part, I’ve been able to ride pretty much everywhere we need to go on a daily basis, leaving the car in the garage most of the week. We bought bikes within weeks of arriving here as it was too expensive to ship ours, though we did ship the Burley. Waiting for it to arrive was the longest six weeks of my life (that might be an exaggeration, though not much of one) and I’ve made full use of it since then. I suppose I’ve become a bit of a recognizable figure around our part of town as I ride to Abe’s and Hank’s schools, the library, parks, and yes – even grocery shopping once in a while. It’s happened several times that when I’m talking to parents from the school and introduce myself, the other person says, “Oh you’re the one with the bike trailer!” And when they’re amazed that I’m riding in the rain, I tell them it’s nothing – I used to ride in the snow on occasion back in Colorado.

So the other night while Ben was flipping through channels, this commercial came on during the Tour de France coverage:

I was only half paying attention, but Ben – who bought a gorgeous road bike from Giant in January and uses it to get to and from work every day - said, “Steph, you should totally do that.” I got online and took a look and by the time I was finished reading about the sponsorship package (check out the Lifestyle one - eep!), I was so giddy I couldn’t calm down for bedtime (seriously, I think it took me an hour to get to sleep). I might be biased, but I think I’d be a perfect candidate. We don’t have any photos yet of me with my bike, but I did fill out a profile. I’m going to do one for Abe, too – there are days when his bike is the only one on the racks at school, probably because I’m the only mom mean enough to make him ride in the rain. But he loves biking as much as I do, and is very proud of being one of the best riders in his class (I think the criteria there is that he’s one of the only kids who lives close enough to ride to school). We could both use better bikes as ours were purchased on a tight budget, and I can’t think of a better way to get one.

So keep your fingers crossed for us, and we’ll let you know if we get it. Even if we don’t, I applaud Giant for this campaign – hopefully it will get more people thinking about getting out there and riding more often. Sure, it’s slower, and you often arrive sweaty or soaking wet with rain at your destination, but people are very forgiving when you tell them how you got there. Be a real rider!

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Black Swan



Last weekend, we took the kids to see black swans.



No, not that one.



That one.

Did you know black swans are native to Australia? Neither did we. Man, we are learning so much here. And thanks goodness for Google. And Wikipedia.

So upon learning about yet another one-of-a-kind Australian native fauna, we had to see one. We actually saw a couple from afar while on the Great Ocean Road (they like those coastal saltwater flats), but we are lucky enough to have them much closer here. Albert Park, which is almost downtown, us full of them. They actually got rid of all the white swans a few years ago, so the black swans are a big deal there. So we grabbed our now-stale loaf of sourdough bread, buckled in, and headed to the park. The swans did not disappoint - there were tons of them, all over the lake, as well as lots of ducks. And seagulls. I really cannot stand those birds.

The boys had a great time feeding the waterfowl.



Hank was unsure, to say the least, especially when we came upon a family with three cignets.



Okay, he was downright freaked out.


























Until he realized the swans weren't all that scary. Sure, they were bigger than either of the boys, but once Hank saw that kicking at the birds would cause them to run away, it became a big game (and don't worry - foot never contacted feather).




Especially when the swan family decided to chase back. Hilarity ensued.

The bread was all consumed. Nobody got pecked (too hard). And there was plenty of random stuff to keep Abe happy and occupied once the bird part of the adventure was over.




Another adventure on the books.