The training wheels are off the bikes! Repeat the training wheels are off the bikes! After weeks and weeks of asking, the little girls are now on two wheels. Watch out world, here they come.
I admit I have been putting it off. I felt that both SuperGeek and I should be home when we take them off. I wanted him to experience them riding like “big kids” and I really wanted to have an extra set of hands to help. Our new neighborhood is rather hilly, and doesn’t have sidewalks. Being a nervous Nelly, I wanted someone else on hand to keep them from rolling away down a hill. I know this totally wouldn’t happened but I am a mom I worry about these thing! Somebody has too!
Also, I really wanted my husband to be around because he is so much more adept at helping them out. I think it comes from the fact that he doesn’t spend all that much time with them(because of work). So the time he does get is really special. They are so much more inclined to listen to him. I mean look at it from their point of view. He isn’t the one nagging them everyday! So they listen to him, he might have something important to say! I have learned to accept it.
Plus, he really is a great teacher, he has a very relaxed manner with them-and he has sooo much more patience then me (and yes, I know my kids inherited my lack of patience). It is very rare for him to get aggravated with them (except for when they let the fireflies out, that aggravated him).
Yesterday, I got a call at work “the training wheels are off”. Naturally, this momentous call came while I was in a mind numbing meeting. I had to sneak off to take the call (and it was worth it). It was hard not to run home right away to see them on their bikes. So being a woman, I of course, wanted to know all the details. Being a man he couldn’t provide any. It was pretty much, I took off they wheels they got on!
Silly me, trying to get details from a man. According to him everything went “pretty smooth”. Being a guy that could mean anything from not one fall to fell off skinned knee! As far as men are concerned a little blood equals no problem. It takes great bodily harm for a man to rate anything other then FINE.
I know the girls had expectations that they would hop on their training wheel-less bike and zoom away never to look back. Too bad for them (and good for me) they are regular kids. I am pretty sure they planned on hopping on the bike, mastering two wheel riding and having me send them out on their bikes to the store, when I got home that evening.
They had all the regular problems, wobbling, falling and such. This hasn’t dampened Ns enthusiasm at all. But her personality is more inclined to stick to a task. A on the other hand is getting discouraged and I know this because we found a letter on my husbands dresser. This letter was written in purple marker and filled with spelling mistakes that only a 6yr old would make. It said:
Dear Daddy,
Please put my training wheels back on my bike. Love Alexis.
So today we will have to figure out what is bothering my little note writer and how to make her feel better.
