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pic of the day: passed out baby after a long bike ride.
so today, we packed john up and headed to mandeville to bike on the st. tammany trace. it's one of the many rails-to-trails projects around the country, and in our case we road 9 miles one way to the abita brew pub, had lunch, and biked back.

we rented a bike trailer for john to ride in, and he *loved* it. he cooed for a while, then just grinned like a goofball until he finally passed out and slept for much of the ride. it was such an amazingly beautiful day, and the trail is mostly shady, so it was just awesome. it's an easy ride - very flat, as you'd expect from an old railroad bed, but it's just beautiful. we got a great workout, and had an awesome time.

john was great the whole day. he met a big mastiff doggy at the brew pub, and spent most of lunch laughing hysterically at the big dog. he shared my sweet potato fries, then happily got back into the trailer to ride behind daddy all the way back to mandeville.

it was really an amazing day. couldn't ask for a whole lot more. and tomorrow's my first mother's day with a baby in my arms instead of in my belly, so i am pretty psyched about that, too!

and an update on buddy: he's currently sitting on the floor next to my husband and i while we watch a movie. still skittish, still jumpy, still submissively pees far too much ... but he's getting better and enjoying spending time with us.
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