Archive for March, 2008

The Orange Trike

dscn2243.JPGWhen E was 1 1/2 I decided it was time to get him a bike. Every barely walking toddler needs a bike right? I spent a lot of time comparing, contrasting and shopping around for the best price. I wanted a trike that would last through more than one kid. Did I want a push bar? Did the bike need a bucket for hauling stuff? The time I spent online looking for the perfect trike you would have thought I was planning a wedding. Then I found the perfect trike. It was bright, bold, gender neutral colors. The frame was adjustable for a growing child. AND! It would take a second seat so when E got a little brother they could ride around together on a shared trike. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? E and his little brother on a tandem trike, little best friends. (After I found out that E was a boy I assumed I would only have boys. Peter is one of three boys and his older brother has two sons.)

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The bike arrived on my birthday. I only remember that because it was at that moment I realized that all celebrations would inevitably be about kids. I put the trike together that afternoon. E scooted around on our patio immediately. I loved the trike from the moment little E sat on it. He grinned from ear to ear.

I found a little grainy video that must be from the night E first peddled repeatedly on his own. He loved it. I wonder if being able to ride your bike is the first sense of freedom. He could go so fast.

I thought he would ride that trike for years. When we moved E was 2 1/2 and very proficient at trike riding. The boys on our block are all (at least) a year older than E and all had two-wheelers. Luckily we were the recipients of a gently used two-wheeler with training wheels. Sadly, the orange trike went into the garage (it was a baby bike according to a wise 3 year-old E). It sat there waiting for E’s little sister (I really was surprised to find out she was a girl. Honestly, I was expecting a second boy). I’ve pulled it out every so often hoping her legs were long enough, that she has the dexterity to peddle. And finally, this weekend she peddled. Happily. For about an hour. The orange trike has found a new owner. It’s been given its second life as I had hoped.

I’m going to miss the orange trike when it’s time for A to move on to a two-wheeler.

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Even though E is wearing a helmet in only 1 of 4 pictures, he does wear it all the time now. I’m sure I had good excuses in the past like he couldn’t actually peddle and he was in the back yard.

Hide & Seek

Can you find two hiding children in this picture? They ask me to count. And so I do. This is where I find them every. single. time.

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Not One to be Left Out

Fairly regularly E asks for a “vita MAN.” On Sunday I said sure, told him to sit down on the floor so he could have one. His sister came running in, planted her tush on the floor too. The Banjo heard the vitamin bottle and came running in, planting his tush right between the kids. Vitamins all around, luckily we had some of the dog variety.

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Easter Pics

Enjoying Easter loot, before heading to Ama’s.

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A and her “baby” in their new dresses. A’s favorite feature of Raggedy Ann, “she has red hair like me!”

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E in his dress-up clothes. He chose the tie. He was insistent on having a tie.

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Crying Over Spilled Jelly Beans

Yesterday both kids were given plastic eggs with jelly beans by their neighborhood babysitter. E left his on the porch to go play and another kid, not his sister, ate half his loot. On our way inside Peter told E he would take care of it. That, apparently, was not satisfactory. E threw the remaining jelly beans on the floor. I did what I normally do to stuff I find on the floor – I put it in the trash. He cried. He wailed.His little sister found his egg and put half, or maybe more, of her jelly beans in it. And then gave it to him.

Did he say thank you?

No.

Was he happy to have jelly beans again?

No.

He was still sulking over spilled jelly beans.

But we were very proud of her. High fives and hugs abounded.

How do you teach a child gratitude? E wasn’t satisfied that he still had jelly beans when we came in the house, even though he had started the evening with none. After losing all his jelly beans he was gifted with more. Yet, he still was not satisfied. Can you teach children to be happy with what they have without falling into negative pattern like “be happy you have that! I could take it away and then you’d be really sad”.

My children are fortunate, they don’t want for necessities. We limit their toy haul as much as we can control what other people gift them. We have them determine which of their gently loved toys will be sent to new homes for new kids to love. They say the words, mimicking that they understand we’re lucky. And then we have a jelly bean incident that makes me wonder – are my kids spoiled? Will they grow up with a sense of entitlement?

Or. Maybe it’s that he’s 4 and didn’t have a nap. Regardless, we were very proud of A with her empathy and willingness to share her beloved candy with her favorite big brother.

Write Your Own Caption

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Get Your Green On

Happy St Patrick’s Day.

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That’s a piece of beef jerky in the corner of her mouth – nothing to be alarmed about.

Cookies of the Devil

Marshall

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We went for a short (~2 miles) natural walk (not sure it qualified as a hike as there was little incline) in Boulder County starting at Marshall Trailhead. It started out a little chilly and windy. By the time we sat down on an outcropping of rocks to have our lunch it was very pleasant. A started getting a little tired. One can see how being carried around would be exhausting.

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We brought the males of our household too.

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Songs I Heavily Associate With People I Know

Another list a la March’s NaBloPoMo, or maybe MarBlo – depending on your dialect.

  1. Dido’s Here With Me
  2. Sarah McLachlan’s I Will Remember You
  3. Madonna’s Holiday
  4. Beastie Boys’ Girls
  5. Sheryl Crow’s Strong Enough

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