The children have reached an age where if they want something to eat, they'll pretty much help themselves. Despite my pleas and protests. And empty threats of bodily harm if they walk away and leave the refrigerator door open ONE MORE TIME.
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.