Axel had a traumatic weekend. It all began when we decided to take a family bike ride to the farmer's market. No matter how often I told Axel his helmet was necessary to protect his brains, or told him that it made him look like a freeze-dried astronaut, he did not take to the bulky headwear. Just as soon as we rode down the driveway, Axel slumped over in the seat and, from his sad dramatic angle sprawled on his left side, wailed until everyone we passed thought we'd put hot coals in the bike carrier with our baby. We made it 3/4 of a mile before turning back and taking the car. He sang in his carseat, relieved that his head felt so light, unhindered by protective headgear. So that future bike trips are less dramatic, we're going to have short helmet-acclamation times indoors. Given how often he falls over, the helmet can't hurt. Note: photo below was taken prior to meltdown.
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