The Ninja rides alone.
See? It’s true!
I think it’s cool that Max learned to ride his bike on his feast day and that Philip chose the feast of St. Patrick as his big day. It helps a scatterbrained mom when it comes time to remember such things as this.
Perhaps that last bit made it sound as if we had this planned out. We did no such thing. While Mama Syd was cleaning out the garage (bless her!), she dug out Philip’s “big” bike. We hung the helmet he was refusing to wear from the handle bars and reminded him that we were happy to let boys who wore their helmets ride bikes. He looked blandly at me and announced that he wasn’t interested in riding his bike.
“Okay.” I said.
He walked away and then circled back. He passed by, considering the bike again, weighing the choices.
“Weeeeellll . . . myabe I could try on my helmet if you help me.”
After a failed attempt to get him to go on the bike, Mama Syd took over and with just 3 or 4 tries he was off. Just like that! No tears, no frustration, no ‘can’ts.’ While we whooped and hollered at his success, he calmly grinned and pedaled some more as if he had been waiting to show us this secret of his.
“I ‘valanced’! I did it!’
He’d tell you the suit made him do it.
Hmmm…was it the suit, or the CHOPstick?! Good job, Philip!
Hooray for Philip! Fun for Mama Syd to witness this milestone too. (If you want to visit us and clean MY garage, you would be most welcome!) 🙂 Have a good visit and enjoy every minute of being together…….Blessings and love…..Roxie
Trish – he would say the suit, hands down. It never leaves his body.
Roxie – we are soaking up our time together and if she could get to you, I’m sure she would tackle the garage. She says it’s more fun than her garage so . . .