So this morning, when I woke to the sound of rustling in the kitchen, I knew before I even stepped foot in the room, that the children had made themselves breakfast. What I wasn't expecting, however, is that they also would have gotten themselves completely dressed and "outfitted" for the day. Did I mention that they ditched their training wheels yesterday?
If I hadn't tucked them in last night and seen first hand that they were indeed wearing pajamas, I might have thought they wore their helmets to bed.
Today, they honed their bicycling skills. And what I discovered is that stopping and steering are not natural reflexes. These are skills, when on a bicycle sans training wheels, take some time to polish. The other thing I learned is that when kids crash, it is automatically YOUR (as in not their) fault. So when I would give them a gentle push to start, and 30-feet later they would crash in to a tree, they would turn around and blame ME.
"MOM! You pushed me in to that TREE!"
Right. Like *I* had something to do with an 80-foot tree appearing out of thin air, directly in their path?
After many tears and much blaming, my agile husband hopped on a bike and showed the kids how to both stop AND avoid towering conifers.
Whenever I saw him doing laps on our driveway, I felt like I should be waving an American Flag at a Fourth of July Parade.
He totally reminds me of a Shriner.
Charlie. Dude. Please don't hurt yourself.
You've still got 1,500 square feet of wallpaper to remove.
Okay, seriously, is that your DRIVEWAY??
ReplyDeleteBecause I was thinking you were in a frickin' PARK!
You must have picked the most amazing property ever, I am not even KIDDING!
The Halvey's ditched their training wheels, too. And Dad also climbed on a tiny bike and sped about. It must be a guy thing. I felt no such compulsion.
ReplyDeleteAnd by the way, it IS your fault if they crash into a tree. Don't argue with them. Don't argue with me. That's just how it is, Mom.
Which is why I took the boys to a very big open field. I already knew the law about trees, bikes, and moms.
Love, love, love, love the BoSox cap! (Is he as good at b-ball as he is at biking? We may need to sign him to finish out our season.)
ReplyDeleteMy image of Charlie is forever tarnished......socks with Tevas = no, no, no, no!
ReplyDeletePlease tell me the wall paper wasn't put directly on the sheet rock.
ReplyDeletePlease.
My thumbs still haven't recovered from a horrible experience a few years ago.
Katie: Charlie is an awesome baseball player. I think he might have missed a true calling in life.
ReplyDeleteJoy: I KNOW. TELL ME ABOUT IT. Although, I do give myself a tremendous amount of credit for finally convincing him that white socks DO NOT go with trousers. Maybe now that he'll *hear* someone else commenting about ankle socks with Tevas, he'll STOP. For the record: I do believe that socks with Tevas are sometimes OK, but ONLY if they are of the WOOL variety and it's AFTER you've been hiking and it's COLD.
Non-Mommy: It was put directly on sheet rock. I might never be able to feel my hands, again.
Do pinch yourself everyday because THAT is your driveway? See how fast they learned to ride a bike with a DRIVEWAY?! Now you know why Auatin was riding when he was four. The driveway, man.
ReplyDeleteLet me know how the plowing thing works for you.