Three important things happen in October.
(Truth be told, I want to say just one important thing, but that would be incredibly selfish of me).
Before we discuss MY birthday season, I first have a few Reese-related items to document. First up was the day that I had been dreading for a LONG time.
“Mom, when can you teach me to ride my bicycle?”
(She’d been asking for a few months, but thankfully I was able to put her off with the broken arm and all).
“I think that’s a good job for your dad.”
(As it was coming out of my mouth, I knew it was a terrible idea for many reasons. #1. Reese is the hugest pansy I know, and the inevitable skinned knee was going to cause a meltdown of EPIC proportions. Like the neighbors would hear the crying and wailing and think something awful had happened. #2. John is not the most patient teacher in the world when it comes to….well, anything. This was a recipe for disaster. When he taught Jackson, there were several sessions spent running along behind, a few crashes into the ditch, but eventual success. I know some of you are thinking….”why don’t you just teach her?” I’ll tell you why. I potty train them. This is HIS job.)
Anyway…..we’d put her off long enough and so one Sunday afternoon I prepared the first aid kit, drank a few shots of Fireball for my nerves, and got my camera ready. John took her training wheels off and she hopped on. And off she went. That was it. No running behind, no falls, just riding….like the wind.