As mentioned last Friday, my almost-five-year-old has just learned to ride a bike – to which there are three steps.
Step 1: Learn to balance while the bike is moving. Completion of this step marks the removal of training wheels.
Step 2: Learn how to transition from standing still to pedaling without tipping over. A difficult step to learn until aforementioned training wheels are removed, this and step 3 caused my son to “want his training wheels back”.
He fell. A lot.
Step 3: Learn how to dismount the bike without crashing or racking the sensitive bits on the evil bar.
He crashed. He fell. A lot.
Tears and frustrated meltdowns occurred.
My husband and I discussed buying knee pads for him.
The Tackler’s response?
“I need an all body cover so I don’t get scratches.”
Friday, nothing was more beautiful than the grin on his face the first time he pushed off by himself.
It lit up the whole street.
Three days off for “cold weather” (i.e. T-shirt weather in the north) and Tuesday something magical happened.
He stopped, straddling the bar instead of tipping over.
I got the smile again. The joy.
And it was awesome.
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We love Italian food. Lil Diva considers it a personal challenge to shove as much pasta into her mouth as possible.
Monday night is “order a family size platter for the price of a regular entree” – it feeds our entire family of four. The place also has the best bread.
There is something about sitting down for a meal that brings out the silly in my kids. They quest to force the other to laugh at increasing volume until squeals make every table stare in our direction.
Luckily, this place is loud.
The Tackler was in a singing mood last Monday. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he’d been on YouTube watching the Superbowl halftime show that my husband was supposedly recording (he wasn’t), but I only heard about it on facebook and Twitter.
It was Party Rock Anthem all the way. Tackler style.
“Party rock is in the volcano tonight. Everbody’s gonna have an ouchie time.”
“Everyone is in the cake tonight. Everybody’s gonna have a yummy time.”
Then he went through various body parts.
“Everyone is in the stomach acid/bladder/nose/lungs/ tonight….”
I laughed so hard it transformed into full body silent shaking.
He could be the next Weird Al.
I may have to keep him.
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Have your children gotten creative with song lyrics? Do tell…