How I talked Eric out of actually laboring on Labor Day

Yeah. Seriously. Eric had planned to work his tail off to get our basement finished today. I appreciate his desire to have a completed abode without tools and such cluttering it. Just the other day, Nora was running through the garage, tripped over a nail gun and went sailing through the air. She skidded across the floor before screeching to a stop against the circular saw. I so wish I were kidding.

But after losing much of our precious three day weekend to this project, I had had enough. I wheedled and whined until Eric agreed to do something fun with our day. It took approximately 43 seconds of pouting. We decided to take the bikes out the the local rail trail.

For those of you who know the area, we took the Conewago Trail from Elizabethtown to Mount Gretna. For those of you who don't know the area, it's a lovely, wooded, relatively flat trail along a creek that we followed for 11.8 of the total 19 miles. In Mount Gretna, we ate lunch and ice cream at The Jigger Shop, played on the playground and took some nice pictures of a very happy child. I wonder who she belongs to.



Nora slept the whole ride back, which was both awesome and awful. We got home and she was fresh and rested from her nap, whereas I wanted nothing more than to collapse on the floor. I tried to do that, but a certain toddler kept poking me. Thus, she learned about a maneuver called "The Superman," which is very entertaining, but may be performed with the adult in the recumbent position.

Meanwhile, Eric mustered up a ridiculous amount of reserve energy and finished the basement anyway. The tools have now returned to their home in the shop. Thus, the Lauers spent one Labor Day.