Picking a family

Corin was telling me tonight that when he was a baby, he decided that I should be his mom and he would be my kid. He said he really liked me and wanted to be in my family. I asked him if he really liked daddy and Ryanne, too.

Apparently, it was just me. He did concede that they are ok to be stuck with, though.

Two wheels != No brakes

I have been growing increasingly frustrated with taking Corin to soccer on his bike. He is painfully slow. Tarl inflated his tires and that got better, but really he was starting to get careless with training wheels and was going to end up hurting himself.

So...Corin has learned how to ride pretty well without his training wheels. He spent a weekend playing with Ryanne's 12" bike and was getting pretty stable, but couldn't start unless he got a rolling start from the top of the driveway.

Tarl took him riding and the bike fell over, but he managed to get free.
"Very good, son. That's called ditching. Can you say ditching?"
"Bitchin'"

We put him back on his little bike and he learned to stop and start without falling over. He seemed to have a handle on it.

We took him to soccer. The way home has a large hill to get to the tunnel that goes under a busy street. He's done it dozens of times, knows how to slow down, etc.

Apparently two wheels means he doesn't have to slow down anymore. He slammed into the wall. He bruised his face from forehead to chin. He bruised other things I can't post to the interwebs. He was a mess.




Good news is that he got back on the bike after a few minutes and rode home. He insists on walking down that hill now. That's my cautious little guy.


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Spelling

Gamma Ree has gotten the kids balsa wood airplanes. Corin was playing with his when I picked him up on Friday. As Gamma went to take it, he directed her to write his name on it so Ryanne wouldn't use it.

"It's C-o-r-i-n. Don't forget."

Sibling brutality

From Chrys:
"We were playing Star Wars...and I had the light saber"

And that's when she hit him in the face with the snow shovel.

There was some blood. Dr. Aunt MK says it's not broken. Still looks a little sore.



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S-top

Today he was telling me how T-O-P spells top. "Tuh ah puh. Top."

I asked what sound s made.

"Ssssssss"

I asked what S-T-O-P spelled.

He pondered it for a minute. "Ssss top. STOP! It spells stop."

Then we got to a stop sign. He went ballistic. "S-T-O-P spells stop. That says stop. Stop, mama!"

Yeah. He's awesome.

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