Monday, February 11, 2008

Finally: A Post With Actual Words and Not Just Pictures

Alternate title: "Did I really Just Post a Picture of My Laundry Pile on The Internet?"

Why yes, I did post a picture of my laundry on the internet. Some would call it honest and real. Others would say I just haven't had anything interesting to say in quite a while. Others would be correct.

The past week has been a little too busy for blogging, but not in an exciting kind of way. Just a lot of after-school activities, laundry, and cleaning.

This weekend, however, was gorgeous and 75 degrees, and we were finally able to get out of the house and have some fun. Friday night was our neighborhood moms' night out, and we played Bunco. It was fun in a mathematical sort of way, but all of the addition and dice-rolling gives me a headache. I do enjoy hanging out with the neighbors, though, and it was especially nice to get out of the house for a while and eat some chocolate.

On Saturday, while Greg was at work, I took the kids to the school to teach them to ride bikes. Grace has had her training wheels off for a while, and insists that she already knows how to ride the bike, but truthfully her only skill is hanging on for a few seconds while going in a straight line, before panicking and either taking her feet off the pedals or turning the handlebars at a 90 degree angle. So far, neither option has yielded good results.

Tommy has proved to be an eager learner on the bike, mostly because he wants to master it before his older sister. He was determined, crash after crash, to get back up, dust himself off, and conquer that bike. Even when I encouraged him to take a break (mostly due to my own huffing and puffing), he just kept getting back on, always asking the same question, "Am I doing better than Grace?"

The answer to that question would be yes. That girl, for all of her artistic talent, intelligence, and creativity, has had the misfortune of inheriting her mother's athletic ability (which is to say that she has inherited no athletic ability).

Another factor that is not helping her bike riding skills is her ability to create serious DRAMA out of nothing. She can stub her toe and scream like it has been amputated. In fact, I am so conditioned to her dramatics that my automatic reaction when she is hurt is to say, "Shake it off, you'll be fine". (Normally that works, except for the time she broke her collar bone, and it took her Daddy coming home from work before anyone took her seriously, but that's another story).

So after a pretty good stretch of coasting straight on the bike, when she inexplicably jacknifed the handlebars to the right, the bike went down and she kept going. Even as she landed on the concrete, I braced myself for the screams that were sure to come. And they certainly did. I ran to her side and in between the wailing and weeping and gnashing of teeth, I discovered that the child did not have one scrape. Not one. My accusatory, "Grace, you're not even bleeding" fell on deaf ears, as she continued her wailing for all of the neighborhood to hear.

She eventually stopped crying, decided she was done with the bike, and went to play on the playground with her baby sister, who was teetering at the top of the jungle gym during the entire episode, while Tommy and I continued with our lessons.

I spent Sunday afternoon laying around the house, either on the couch or on a quilt in the sun while Greg played basketball with the kids. They cracked me up because they kept yelling, "I'm OPEN!" over and over again. Grace's explanation for this: "You have to say 'I'm Open' if you want the ball." Makes sense to me.


  1. I think the Sergeant will be the one to teach bike riding. I'm the type of person who can trip over a line painted on a parking lot. I can ride a bike...but I do recall that it took more than the average amount of work to learn how!

  2. We took Allie to the school to learn how to ride bikes too. I think about half a dozen times over the years. I am not sure exactly how old she was when she finally learned but I think it was nine. Isn't that some kind of record? Poor thing, I thought she might be grown and never know. We almost threw a party.

    And she's a drama queen too. One time when I said "Oh, you're fine" one to many times she said "That's all you ever say. You're fine. You don't even caaaaare!"

    To which I responded. "When have you ever not been fine?" and she wailed even harder.

    She and Grace are cut from the same cloth I think. :)

  3. My Girl still can't quite ride a bike because she's just too terrified to balance, poor scared thing.
    I posted a picture of my toilet once. I win!

  4. Stop the bragging about the weather. It makes me want to cry as I sit here in -8 degree temps. Why do I live in Wisconsin again? Oh yeah. Family. Fine.
    I think my oldest will have training wheels until he is 18. He is not the daring type, to say the least.

  5. Great post! I didn't learn how to ride a bike till almost the 6th grade. I just never wanted to, and it looked dangerous and seemed to take too much skill.. So I can relate to Grace!

  6. Is it an oldest girl thing or what? Her father frequently tells her, "Save the Drama for ya momma." Thanks, honey, I'm going to remember that.


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