Let’s Weehooooo!!!

Soon after moving in, we purchased bikes. Easy. Now how to include our minis on a long ride? We did consider a classic cage trailer, but Brendon is well past passive pulling. Next option the tag-a-long tow behind bike, where the child can pedal their own bike, while safely attached to the parent bike. A great option for Brendon, but not for John. He’s likely to decide he doesn’t want to ride anymore and attempt a dismount while moving. A true daredevil that one. We needed something with the security of a trailer, but the flexibility of a tow behind. Enter the Weehoo!


Our first long ride with the Weehoos at Sunset Hills. The chain fell off at the last mile of this ride. (Notice the fender is still attached – it fell off as we got to the car)

The bike manager at Sports Ltd. off handedly mentioned the weehoo when we went to look at bikes, but it didn’t sound as if they sold too many. They allow the child to be attached to the parent bike, a seat with a back and chest harness, and also help pedaling. Let me say, right up front, they are not CHEAP. We debated for a few weeks. They sell single and double versions; double would have been easier on me as we’d have attached that to Vance’s bike. Dare I dream of loafing it. But we figured getting singles gave more options as the boys grow. The upper age range for the weehoo is 9yrs old and I can imagine Brendon riding in it until that point. He loves it. They both do!


The good and the lemon.

Somehow, we managed to get one first class and one lemon weehoo. After talking with Geoff at the Colorado headquarters (a few times) it was determined they had recently went through some personal issues happening and a few parts, namely flags and INSTRUCTIONS were not put into the packages. Now I realize, this does not make a lemon, but after two rides and much noise the chain broke in one of the weehoos and the mud guard broke off. To their credit, Weehoo provided excellent customer service: shipping out the missing parts and a replacement chain super quick, along with adding in canopies for each weehoo for our troubles, which happened to be the one thing we were thinking of purchasing in the future.


Plenty of storage on the trailer too! Two pockets for the kiddos at the seat and then two large zip pockets at the back wheel.

I’ve delayed writing this post with dreams of finally putting my GoPro in action, but alas, that did not happen and we took yet another 9 mile family ride this morning. We even attempted taking the bikes/weehoos off-road down a .7mile dirt trail to reach the Sacramento River Trail. Longest .7miles I have ridden to date! I almost cried in mental defeat (I was already in a bad mood, pre-ride, likely from one too many cupcakes the night before), but the payoff was grand. A fantastic ride on the river trail, followed by so many verbal fist-bumps on the way back up the trail to the subdivision really boosted my spirit.

Rotten Banana

Today’s ride. Notice missing fender and John’s rotten banana mood?

the bridge of sighs

The bridge from today’s ride.

As LeVar Burton so famously said on Reading Rainbow: “But you don’t have to take my word for it…” What do the boys think of the Weehoo?

Johns testimony

Click for video (John’s Testimonial)

Lessons learned: (1) American small companies rock! (2) Physical exercise can provide a positive lift to your mental outlook.

Hawes Pumpkin Patch


We’ve been to pumpkin patches before, in two different states: North Carolina’s had a notable hay ride, that Brendon enjoyed and the Hawaii patch was so stinking hot both years I couldn’t wait to get our pumpkins back home each time.

This year we tried out Hawes Historic Farm in sunny California. I wasn’t sure what to expect at $15 per person and so thankful my mom won tickets and offered to take us! There’s no way I could’ve predicted this experience: pony rides, gem panning, corn mazes, roller coaster, zip line, pig races, cow ride, stage coach, train ride, giant corndogs, jumping pumpkin, mechanical bull, goat feeding …and the list goes on…

More akin to a mini fair, this pumpkin patch is an all-day affair, well at least FOUR solid hours in the warm Fall weather. A great time was had by all, although I would NOT suggest the giant corndogs, especially as a vacation from our usual vegetarian diet. That was a critical mistake for hubby, but other than that this place is definitely worth the visit, with one caveat – no pumpkin is included in the entry fee.

The day in pictures below:


Very ingenious half barrel cow cars pulled by a tractor. Brendon kept shooing us away so they could have some “private time”. Ha! You know, they are big kids now.


Not just for kids! Although, a little rough with a 32″ inseam.


The ZIPline!! The boys were very excited. Okay, so was I. Turns out there isn’t a lot of drop; we ended up pushing them and making it into a little workout for the adults. We also tried our hand, Papa David too!, at riding the zip. (Visited this TWICE)


The part I was most looking forward to – the Roller Coaster. The boys insisted on riding together, which was quite entertaining. John wasn’t scared at all and Brendon leaned on him, eyes closed, talking the entire time about how scared he was. By the final lap (we did 10 since there was no line) Brendon liked it and we rode the coater again later. Hands up!!


Vance and John went rogue at one point and were spotted on the roller coaster and then the kiddie play area (corn sandbox, play structure, swings and ducky races).


Pony rides into the cornfield. Mutton bustin’ here we come!!


Why do kids love swings so much?


The ducky races. If only more than three pumps would be working, could’ve really been fun. Hawes are you reading this?



Something about watching these kids bounce to the country music on the speakers makes me feel as if I’m looking into their future dance party.


Took a ride on the stagecoach. Brendon and I rode on the top, while the rest of our party enjoyed the comfort of the coach. Hard to imagine traveling many miles in this manner. This is not included with admission, but worth the fee.


A ride on walnut express. It heads through the walnut groves, where someone may or may not have leaned down and got some fresh fallen walnuts.


The balloon animals were one of the cash only stops in the place – I would not recommend them. Only because balloons and farms don’t mix. The purple dog didn’t make it to the car and we were in a puddle of tears. The turtle lost part of his shell, but he survived.