On Fisher's fist day home, an unseasonably warm St. Patrick's day, we bought him a bike. I took him to the lot near our house with all the other kids and started teaching him to ride a 2-wheeler. No, you won't find this idea in The Connected Child, or any of the thousands of books and blogs on attachment. It's not our first time off script, won't be our last, but given how well things are going, I'd say he wasn't too traumatized.
Well it's been really, really busy since then and we just haven't gotten around to lesson no. 2. Not that Fisher hasn't been pestering me, it just hasn't happened. Finally, on Wednesday, we found ourselves with time and no reason not to go, so I said "yes"and brought the children over to the lot for some bike riding.
Apparently, Fisher had been practicing on the sly because it took about 30 minutes for this to happen:
Then, of course, this happened:
But, you know what they say about falling off a bike:
Today we had lesson no. 3, and he started riding like a pro. Well, that is until he had a head-on collision with a five year old on training wheels. He knocked her to the ground but everybody was OK, including the girl's (understandably) hysterical mom. I explained this was only his second time on a bike and she apologized for yelling at him. Here he is tooling around like a champ:
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