Jan
31
2010
Mission Accomplished
I have completely lost my blogging mojo. We had a couple of weeks of appalling internet and I kind of fell out of the habit and now I find I don’t have much to say. But here’s a diary moment to record…I couldn’t let such a big moment pass without a record of it…
Woooooeeeeeeee! See that up there? That’s my boy, 4 and a little bit, riding a bike without stabilisers. “Mission accomplished” he declared, matter of factly…
In fact, [stupidly proud mother..slap me] he never even TRIED using stablisers. He’s gone straight from his balance/push along bike to a proper bike. And he went from ‘don’t let go!!’ to ‘LET GO LET GO DADDY!!!’ in about 2 minutes.
15 minutes later he was cycling at truly terrifying speed, looking around all over the place and screaming with laughter and able to get on and off the bike and get going totally solo.
I’m so proud. I can’t help myself, I’m bursting with pride…it’s shameful. There’s nothing worse than a stinkingly proud parent but, hey, sue me why doncha? I’m ready for you ;-)
Fortunately my son doesn’t share my shameful pride. After bigging him up with the whole “I’m so proud of you, you’re so clever, most children don’t learn to ride a proper bike as fast as you have” speech…he was silent. I asked him if he was happy…silence. I asked him if he was proud…silence. Eventually he said, rather quietly, “I’m shy because of all the words that you’re saying”. Howl. That put Miss Pushy Parent right back in the box…that’s my boy.
We had a first go at the Big Bike in September on his 4th birthday. He actually cycled solo very briefly then, but hated it and utterly refused to get on the bike again. So we left it and tried not to feel bitter about the vast sum of money spent on the Birthday Big Bike…
This week he announced he was ready to cycle. “On Saturday”, he said. And he did. He’s so like MrSpud. Won’t be rushed. Won’t be persuaded in to anything. When’s he’s ready…he’s ready. The end. Admiring passers by who watched his amazing progress commented that he’ll soon be ready for the Tour de France…so, how soon can I get his name down?
Since we’re having diary moments, here’s those Megaboys earlier in the week…ready for Christmas. Um, 11 months to go boys…
Oh, and I cut the curls off…
Bertie told me I looked another ‘another mummy’. Both boys said I looked ‘silly’ and ‘like Daddy’. Hmmmmmm…….how soon can they go to boarding school? do they take then at 4?
