This week has been beautiful. The weather is perfect. Finally, I am happy that I live in Texas. Autumn in Texas means afternoons at the playgrounds, hiking at the State Park, and evenings playing out front with the neighbors.
Tonight was no exception. After homework was done and rooms were clean, I took the kids to the playground to play. When we got home, Aaron was lighting up the grill for dinner (mmmm… steak!) and the kids immediately asked if they could go out front to play. On his way out the door (I didn’t even hear him), Carson said, “I’m going to learn to ride a two wheeler.” The kids took off down the street and Aaron and I set about finishing up dinner. About fifteen minutes later, I went out front to check on the kids. I saw Carson running around a few houses down and called him over to tell him dinner was nearly ready. “Hey, Mom. Let me show you how I can ride a two wheeler.” (I have to admit being skeptical because we’d never really spent any time teaching him how to ride a bike, and his bike has been out of commission since July.) He went over, grabbed Abby’s bike, hopped on, and… rode it. All the way up the street. Then did it again. And again. And again.
Gasp.
Apparently his daddy did the same thing when he was a kid, while I, on the other hand, took weeks to learn with hours of help from my dad. (Aaron says that technically, Carson did have help from his dad – genetically. Ha ha!)
At any rate, I was super shocked proud of my little guy!
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