Wheels on the Bus

For weeks now, Isaac has been talking about riding the bus. He sings the "Wheels on the Bus" song at random intervals, when I can only assume he's thinking about buses, and when one passes us (whether while we're walking or in the car) he asks me if we can ride it. I have to believe that his fascination stems from the fact that Ben recently started commuting to and from work by bus, and we're often talking about the bus schedule. Because of Isaac's preoccupation with all things bus, I've had every intention of taking him for a quick ride on the bus that drives down Main Street in Louisville, but never figured out the schedule or stops that would work for us.

And then this morning we picked up a friend at the bus stop, and Isaac mistakenly thought we were going for a ride. He was devastated when we didn't; he was so upset, in fact, that he howled for the bus the whole way home. Clearly a ride later that day was in order.

After Isaac's nap we decided on the specific route and destination, and quickly got him ready to go so we could catch the next bus. He was elated.

Waiting for the bus:

Here it comes:

Boarding:

Riding:

Once on the bus, Isaac fell into the usual rhythm of any passenger: sitting, watching the road and maybe a few of the more colorful passengers, holding onto the pole around corners. He was quite comfortable; almost as if riding the bus is something he's done every day of his life. Such an air about him.

"Bye, bus!"

And then Ben and I enjoyed the part of the trip that was meant for us: good beer and games with our little man at Southern Sun.

Yep, he's still hard to photograph.

I don't know if we'll ever take the bus into Boulder again, but I'd like to think in the summer months, when we can easily walk the mile to the bus stop instead of driving to it--which sort of defeats the purpose of using public transportation for a short trip--that we will. Environmentally friendly and fun!