Since last post the family went to Texas for a visit, I attended shearing school in Vermont, and Easter happened, all worthy of mention, maybe even pictures.
But much, much more exciting: today, April 27, 2011, my older son learned to ride a bike. Fear is a greater hurdle to him than many people, so I had quietly despaired that he would ever learn. However, on the way home from school on this fine spring day without any bugs out yet, he said, “I don’t know how to ride a bike, but if I did know how to ride a bike, today would be a great day to ride a bike.” So we stopped by the garage, picked up his bike, and through a little judicious use of force (after he got on the bike and started panicking), he rode by himself. After dinner he learned to get started by himself. Now he just needs to perfect using his brakes rather than trying to stop with his feet, and we’re well on our way to giving him money in the summer and sending him down to the general store to pick stuff up (also fun biking around with friends). I suppose I should acquire some sort of bike basket. I’ve never seen a basket on a boy’s bike. Are they not supposed to get sent to the store for things or something?
Score one for the little guy and me!