I have this great dream that someday we can all go on a lengthy bike ride as a family. Lengthy in this case is defined as any distance longer than the 15 feet of sidewalk that the kids ordinarilly ride their bikes on. So today I pilled Megan and Daniel into the double stoller and pulled out Joshua's bike. We were maybe 10 feet away from the house when Joshua started wimpering that riding his bike was too hard, he's too tired and not having any fun. So instead of walking down to the bike trail, we just walked a quick trip around the block. Me pushing the stroller, and Joshua pushing his bike.
I was really bummed out because I thought they would all enjoy the trip. However, lately we are having this really weird funk with the kids. One of the strange things about having three kids is it is so easy to keep 2 out of 3 happy. Once the 3rd is added to the mix (and it doesn't matter which one it is), bickering and hostility take the place of any peaceful playing. I'm seriously considering installing boxing/wrestling bell in the middle of the house for going ding, ding, ding - back to your corners.