So, last week was the kiddos’ three-year checkup. All is well. The pediatrician, whom we adore, did suggest that we get the kids tricycles so they can learn to pedal. Good for the gross motor skills, I guess. We have several scooters and big wheels, even a Crazy Coupe, but they are neglected toys—just too frustrating to get them to move. And then I have to push. So, really, no one wants me to pull them out.
But today, with the doc’s voice in my ear, we pulled out a few of them and went for a little parade down the sidewalk. Bud was in the Coupe, having a lot of trouble staying on the sidewalk. Sis was on a trike-like scooter without pedals which was a few sizes too small for her but had a great basket for Shirt. We weren’t getting very far –we’d made it the length of our yard and were in front of our next door neighbor’s-- I had strong images of myself carrying both the trike and the coupe back while the kids dragged behind me.
Anyway, a neighbor, seeing us process, stopped to chat and suggested we come to her house. She lives about the equivalent of a block away.
I said, “Only if you want us to stay the night!”
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