Lack of electricity tends to flush people out from behind their doors. We played outside in our front yard a lot! Out of everything that happened, maybe one of the best things is that Zoë finally learned how to ride her bike that Santa brought to her 2 years ago. Ahem. We have tried and tried to teach her but she gets so tense and worried and scared and all of that is really counterproductive to the process. I was wheeling out Sadie's trike and thought to myself, "Self, go get Zoë's bike out and see what happens." She looked at me as if I had horns. I carefully aired up the tires and set it straight and said, "Zoë, you're old enough and smart enough to figure this out. I'm here for you if you have any questions and I'll help to keep you safe. The only way I would be disappointed is if you flat out give up." And with that, off she went.
(ominously tinted photograph to represent the fear and angst associated with the long forgotten Huffy)
Here she is just trying to balance while rolling down the incline of our driveway.
Oh, at the bruises the child incurred. The backs of her legs are black and blue from being hit by the pedals. David was horrified but guess what. She survived and is quite proud of her "war wounds".
A few days later, able to pedal up that incline and stay upright. Yeah, Zoë!
"I like to ride my bicycle, I like to ride my bike"
Sadie trying to figure out how to catch a lift.
And now for the video:
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