Thursday, July 9, 2009

It's all in the butt!

Today we have a celebration bento. An "Oddish" made of cheese on top of a peanut butter sandwich with checkered apple, grape, and strawberry. Story of the celebration is below!



Kidlet has always had training wheels on his bike. Last summer I attempted to teach him to ride the bike sans trainers but it was a disaster.I always thought that his dad would teach him these things. In most respects I have done a good job filling both roles. However, this Mama was just not made to teach in that way. I failed. We both cried. And the wheels stayed on. This summer Kidlet turned 8 1/2 and all of the neighborhood kids can ride without their training wheels, but not poor Kidlet with his failure of a Mama.


He didn't seem to mind that he had the extra wheels, at least not in a way I could pick up on. I was washing dishes the other day while Kidlet played outside. I went to call him in for dinner and saw the training wheels and bolts sitting on my front porch.


Whaaa??? How did that happen?! Strong little fingers is how that happened. Apparently Kidlet removed his own training wheels and just did it. He taught himself how to ride his bike. He constantly amazes me with what he can do when he sets his mind to it.


I called him in for dinner then and he zoomed over on his bike. He smiled up at me, so proud of what he could do and said "I figured it out! It's all in the butt!!"











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