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Friday, August 24, 2012

Bicycle, Bicycle, Bicycle

Since Angel got home from her summer away we have gone on our usual bike rides when the weather has permitted.  (See blogpost iBert)  The first time I got the bike out for one of these outings I had to air up the tires and dust the seats off.  (I didn’t feel like riding my bicycle through the neighborhood while she was gone with an empty baby seat on the front.  People may start to wonder if I’m crazy imagining that I have a baby in there or if I am looking to snatch one up.)  I got Angel’s helmet, which is getting a little snug, and strapped it on her head.  I loaded her up in her seat and climbed on top of my own.  I knew she had grown over the summer, but I didn’t realize how much until I began to peddle and noticed that her helmet was right underneath my chin, not only that, she was heavier than I remembered.  To make matters worse she started yelling FASTER, FASTER, FASTER!!!!!  Her words clear, calling me out on being slow and out of shape on the bike.  My legs were on fire as I peddled up and down, up and down.  Finally, we reached a hill and I was able to give my legs a bit of a break.  As we coasted down the hill she threw both hands up in the air as if she were on a roller coaster and yelled WHEEEEEEEE!  Once we reached the bottom of the hill she said her famous words, “Do again?”  I said, “Maybe tomorrow.  If Mommy does that again today she might fall out.”  (Thank goodness it rained the next day.)  I have built my endurance since then but that hill still gets me every time.
I am not sure what I am going to do when she gets too big for this seat.  Her legs are getting close to being as long as the seat itself, and soon I am going to have to look around her because she is growing taller.  (I am only 5’3” ok 5’2 and some change, either way I am short.)  I got rid of the 2 seat chariot at the garage sale, my hope of having a second child to ride around with her dissipating with each passing day.  I am sure soon she won’t want to ride with me but will want to ride her own bicycle by herself.  The thought of this makes my eyes well up with tears.  I know that day is fast approaching, but until it comes I will enjoy the burn my legs get from going up that hill, and the tightness in my chest that I feel as I become out of breath from peddling so hard, and the delight I get from hearing her squeal from her excitement. 
The bike is not the only thing that makes me feel out of shape and not as spry as I used to be.  Angel has a tricycle and a battery operated Volkswagen, neither of which she knows how to steer so I have to run beside her to keep her on the side walk.  This does a number on my back having to stay hunched over running beside her.  I especially love it when she gets all the way at the end of the cul-de-sac and decides she wants to run home, leaving me to carry the tricycle or push the bug all the way home. 
Finally, the trampoline has really solidified the notion that I am getting older.  The first few times I got on it with Angel I just kind of bounced up and down not really letting my feet get in the air.  Then when I was trying to teach her how to do a forward roll she asked me to do it so I did.  Then I got brave and decided I would see what else I could still do.  At first I attempted a front handspring and almost landed on my feet.  Then I attempted a back handspring and actually did it with no problem. Angel was enjoying watching me do all of this encouraging me saying, “Do again”.  Then I did a back tuck and pulled it off landing on my feet.  The good news is that I am still young enough to do all of these flips.  The bad news is my bladder isn’t.

Monday, August 6, 2012


The past week has been blissful since Angel has been home.  We welcomed her back on Tuesday evening with a party in her honor.  I guess that she thought it was her birthday since everyone had gathered; there was food, presents, and balloons.  She requested that we sing happy birthday and that she blow out a candle, which we did and she did 3 times!  She loved her new room and was very excited to play with her toys both old and new.  It was like Christmas morning for her.  Everyday has been wonderful, and she has been an absolute delight!  We have stayed busy having something to do every day.  I have gotten more hugs and kisses than I can count.  I have heard “I lob you” many times and yesterday when I was putting on sunscreen before we went to the pool she patted my head and said, “AWWW you so precious”.  Things like that make my heart leap with joy!  Since she has been home I have learned that the fire hydrant outside is for doggies and the reason why you have to be quite in church is because Jesus is sleeping.

I was a bit worried about her return and how it was going to affect both of us, wondering how we would respond to each other.  Everyone told me that things would be just fine and I am happy to say they are.  It is like she never even left.  The only adjustment for me is that I have an early wake up call almost every morning.  She still request Cheerio’s and milk and lies in the bed while I get ready for work like she is a princess, which of course to me, she is.  

I mentioned in my last post that I redid her room.  When I did I left the glider in there not sure if she would want me to rock her to sleep or not.  Perhaps, she out grew that while she was gone.  I am happy to say that she has not out grown it, and I have rocked her every night.  I love that time to sit, hold her, and listen to her say her prayers.  Even though she is not a little baby anymore and her legs dangle off to the side, I relish this time and hope I can do this for at least 1 more year or 10. 

So now that she is home things are back to normal and for me almost perfect.  The only thing I have to complain about in regards to her is that she still wants to drink the bathtub water, and I just don’t care anymore.  You have to pick your battles and this one is one I am going to let go.  It still grosses me out, but it hasn’t hurt her yet, so bottoms up! 

On a somewhat different note, tomorrow will be 3 years ago that I found out that I was pregnant.  3 years ago my life changed forever, in the BEST possible way.