We started today with high hopes. The plan was to take Grace to where we got engaged, enjoy a nice lunch and some sun shine.
Given Grace is now refusing to sit in the pushchair, we thought her trike might be the best method of transport for her.
Our first mistake was to park quite a distance from our destination. But with Grace safely on her bike, we manage the distance quite well, but we didn't come across any good places to grab some food.
On arrival at the love lock fence, Grace was just beginning to lose her mind with hunger and to be fair, so were Chad and I. As such she was suitably underwhelmed at the location of Chad's declaration of love and was more excited by the snacks I had for her.
We decided that we'd head back to the car and hopefully find some food for Chad and I on the way. With an ice cream shop sighted on the horizon, Chad and I started to get excited.
And then Grace's bike fell apart. Fell completely apart.
We decided to grab an ice cream to refuel and see if we could put it together. And that was when Grace fell off her chair. As the screams echoed round the ice cream shop, we realised it was time to go (minus any ice cream). We gathered the broken bike and the screaming child and retreated to a quiet corner of the Viaduct to regroup.
Then Grace tripped and fell on her face.
At that point we admitted defeat and headed to where the car was parked.
I'm sure the car was about 19km away. Certainly after 10 metres of carrying a screaming Grace it felt like FOREVER!!!! The journey was not helped by Grace yelling "bike bike" as she watched Chad carrying all the pieces. Have you ever tried to explain to a tired two year old that her bike is broken and no amount of yelling will fix it? I suggest you don't try.
After HOURS we made it back to the car and I snapped a picture of the bike carnage.
A long day. An exhausting day. But a bloody funny day.
BUT when we got home Chad managed to fix the bike!!! Another adventure tomorrow perhaps?
