I talked to Luke today, catching up on everything and we of course yapped about old times. He still likes to laugh at me on all the old stupid pranks he pulled but doesn’t seem to want to laugh much when we talk about the ones I pulled on him.
He said this weekend was gorgeous, they hung out in the new house lot for a while looking and planning. The foundation is poured and they have started on the framing. Its all down hill from now for them, once they get that roof up it seems to fly along. Besides when it rains after that they can still work.
He was telling me about the kids, how they are growing like two little weeds. In fact he said Kyle is like his uncle Mark in the playing with things he shouldn’t. Luke caught him trying to take off his training wheels to his bike. He had one off already so he just sat back and watched him struggle with the other for a while. About and hour later it was removed as well. Luke told him since he took them off he would have to put them back on if he couldn’t ride it. He just looked at him and smiled.
The after first 30 or so minutes he mastered catching himself before he hit the ground. Then he got the bright idea of getting next to the steps of the house sitting on his bike and pushing off, after about 10 or so attempts on that he pretty much was up and peddling. Unless he had to turn, he would then T-bone the front tire and drop like a rock.
Camen the whole time would occasionally stop to watch her older brother and giggle when he would land flat. She liked pushing her peddle car and getting in and out thank you very much.
I can remember when Luke was five he did the same thing, we both were playing with our bikes and he started taking off his training wheels to be like the older boys, naturally I had to follow suit. I thought he was insane to do this but of course I couldn’t be outdone by him. We had a time trying to get on them, our Pops would help but we insisted on doing it ourselves. The sun was about to go down when we got the bright idea of putting our bikes near the curb and jumping on. Countless times we rammed into each other because we had no control.
After a skinned knee and hand a few jags of crying Kyle finally mastered his bike riding. Luke beamed with pride that his son accomplished this without him having to help. He picked up the spare wheel parts and tossed them in the trash. They sat on the deck a while and celebrated with milk and cookies. Not bad for a four year old.
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Sad to say, my ten year old just NOW learned to ride a bike. But, he did it himself, no training wheels, no skinned knees. I guess when they are ready, they're ready huh.
Yes, the apple doesnt fall far from the tree. I was very similar to my son--waiting until I was good and ready to do something. Just like my profile says. Slow to start, slow to give up. lol.
Luke should have kept those training wheels. He'll have to buy more in a few years!
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