Milestone

So, one of the changes from not watching t.v. is that we are outside until dark almost every night. Which has involved lots of bike riding... Jack has his big wheel, Max has a couple of push cars, and Bella has her bike without training wheels.

So for the last two weeks, almost every night, Mark has been running along side Bella helping her practice how to ride her bike. Every time I watched them, I almost teared up. It's just a place as a parent that I thought, "Are we really here? Teaching bike riding?" It was kind of surreal.

She had a pretty bad fall one night that involved her helmet covered head bouncing off the asphalt. Makes my stomach hurt thinking about it. Her head was fine {make your kids wear a helmet!}, but she was scraped up her and there. And her spirit was a little scratched too.

It's part of it... falling when you're learning to ride a bike. We congratulated her for being in the "I've fallen off my bike" club, and we encouraged to get back on and try again.

And she did. And a few days later, she was doing this...

I could've cried. Okay, I did.

My baby was riding a bike. By herself. It was my first real moment when I thought, "Ok. That's big enough. You can stop growing up now."

Mark hopped on his bike and around and around they went in the cul-de-sac.

Such a little thing in her big life. But oh so special. :)