May the Fourth be with you.
Yes, we made yoda out of an apple. Why not? And, yes, I ate him. The Bigs are still waiting for displays of yoda-like wisdom as a result. Long wait you have, Bigs.
I’m not sure what a check is or why it has to be signed, but Nan and Pop said sign this and use it to take Mom out for lunch, so I’ll do it. Mom is being difficult and demanding to go to a food truck when it is sunny, so we have not gone yet.
First day of spring mountain bike class.
I didn’t really want to go because they were going to make me ride ‘the skinny (thin log you ride along)’, but I did end up riding it and it was fun.
On Saturday morning I decided to try and find some of the neighborhood deer. I tripped over an uneven sidewalk and fell flat on my face.
There was really no time to nurse my wounds, as I had to plant tomatoes:
and meet Issac for a ride.
One day of mountain biking class and I’m riding skinnies and rocks.
Sunday we went for a ride and run. I rode my bike, dad ran, and mom brought up the rear, running slooooowly. Because it was Mother’s Day we’d circle back to make sure she was OK. That’s the kind of guys we are.