Charlotte is officially riding a big girl bike as of this weekend. No training wheels... Ever. She used a balance very comfortably for about two years and had the balance for the big girl bike last summer. Aunt Diane gave us the perfect Lottie ride, Disney princesses bike. She loved it but the coaster breaks gave her trouble so it sat in the garage through the fall and winter and we just got it back out this weekend.
She still adores it and caught on in a flash. I am so excited for her. It's kinda one of those moments, ya know... The holy shit when did she get so big moments? Those have been happening more and more lately!
Hazel also rode her little push bike like a champ and is getting ready to take over the balance bike for herself :)
Should I start this post by saying I curse like a sailor?... Because I do.
The girls and I had stopped for some frozen yogurt on the way home from a doctors appointment last week and it was pretty chilly out and very windy when we ran back to the car. I told the girls how cold I was as I was buckling their carseats and Charlotte said, "Me too! I'm fuckin' frozen, Mom."
Shit. I laughed. It's my parental Achilles heel (well, that and cursing apparently), when something is funny I giggle. Can't help it. I did have the decency to stifle it however because I didn't want her to keep saying it (even if I secretly think that it was the cutest thing I've ever heard... Her tiny little voice).
We've talked about "adult words" before and she seems to have a pretty good grasp on the whole thing. 'Mommy uses them constantly, Daddy and NiNi sometimes, me, never.' Is at least what I assumed her understanding was : )
I told Charlotte that her using words like that could get her in trouble and offend some grown-ups if they heard her use them to which she laughed in agreeance and said, "but not you, Mom. You're not fuckin' offended."
I told her that she was actually right. I'm not at all offended by those words. They're just words to me but they are words that could her cute little ass in trouble if she were to get in the habit of using them and she hasn't said it since.
Smart little shit that one ; )
Turns out that having a couple weeks of sick and very miserable kids means a lot of cuddling, too much tv, sleeeeeep whenever you can get it, lots of baths, multiple trips to the doctor, a few dozen Ensures, plenty of whining, pajamas all day (Mom in included) ...And lots more cuddling. Here's hoping that we'll all be well by the end of the weekend!!