Born to ride

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So Monday is a work day for me. My WAHMness has been going through some transitions lately. I have a newborn, my 2yo is going to daycare 2x a week and my 4yo is in preschool 5 days.  I am trying to figure out where my work fits in.

Well it wasn’t fitting in anywhere on Monday. N was very needy, new teacher, new kids kind of needy. My newborn has decided that he doesn’t need to sleep for, say, more than 45 minutes at a time. So, not much working going on here.

I looked into the eyes of my preschool-tortured little guy and said “C’mon we’re going to the park and I’m going to teach you to ride a bike!”

“Cool” he said.

Off we went.

Now truth be told he’s been riding a balance bike once or twice a week all summer. And he’s been doing well. I put the balance bike and the pedal bike in the back of the car. We got this pedal bike out of someone’s trash. It is pink with white wheels and musical notes all over it – very butch.

I’m thinking he’s going to get on the pedal bike for a few minutes and want the balance bike.  I wasn’t even sure he would fit on the bike, he’s never been on it. We get to the grassy part of the park and I push him around for a while. I’m holding the handlebar and the seat, then just the seat then just his jacket in the back. I’m thinking to myself “He’s totally riding this bike right now!”.  He asks to go over to the dirt path.  We go.

I hold onto him for one minute and then.

I can not believe he can ride a bike. When I show him this video in a few years he’s going to say he can’t believe he’s riding a pink bike with sparkles all over it.

Where the hell did my little boy go??