My daughter and I took Andrew to the park yesterday. There is a very nice park close to where I live. It is huge and there are lots of sidewalks for him to ride his bicycle on.
My daughter got the bicycle out of the car. He insisted on wearing his backpack. So she got him and his bicycle on the sidewalk and off he went. We were following behind him.
My daughter would call out to him not to go so fast. I told her that little boys know one speed, and that is fast.
And on he went through the fallen leaves scattered on the sidewalk. He looked very independent with his backpack and his wheels. As though he could ride off into the sunset.
I can’t believe how fast he’s grown. It seems like yesterday that he started crawling. And then walking. And then talking. And I don’t think he’s been quiet since he uttered his first word!
My daughter asked what she was like at Andrew’s age.
Well, she was very different.
Here is a story I had forgotten that I relayed to her in the car:
It was springtime. She was in kindergarten. The teacher was afraid she wasn’t ready for first grade. There was much debate. She was too shy. She was not social enough. They called me up to come have a conference over the matter of whether it would be wise to hold her back a year.
The teacher told me that she wouldn’t answer questions when asked.
I had brought her along, and she huddled against me. I leaned down to her and whispered: “Why won’t you speak up in class? Why won’t you answer the teacher when she calls on you?”
My daughter whispered back: “At the first of the year they told us to be quiet.”
Well, there you go.
She is very concrete, much like me. I told the teacher what she said.
“Look,” I said to the teacher, “She just isn’t very social. You could hold her back until high school and that isn’t going to change her personality.”
So she went on to first grade instead of repeating kindergarten. And she excelled all the way through school. She has a Masters degree now and a wonderful career. And you know what? She’s still quiet.
Anyway, back to Andrew.
Uh-oh, he toppled off his bike.
He stood on the grass as though in defeat, his head down.
Children are so delightfully transparent. You don’t have to guess what they’re feeling. He was upset about falling off the bike, though he didn’t get hurt.
He went to a nearby tree and hid his face.
It wasn’t the end of the world, falling off his bike. But at that moment, it was the end of the world to Andrew. Poor little boy. It kind of broke my heart to watch him.
My daughter told him it was okay. Sometimes you fall off your bike.
The bike incident quickly forgotten, he headed over to the playground equipment.
You have to admire a child’s resilience. That they can move from one thing to another so quickly. Their focus completely changes in a heartbeat.
Soon we left the park and picked up a prescription I needed at the pharmacy. Then we picked up food at Arby’s and went back to my place.
I am pleased with myself every time we are able to spread out at my new table. Why didn’t I think of getting a bigger table before now, I wonder?
Andrew has yet to really see Ivy. He wants to play with her, but she is afraid of him. She hides out and he goes around my apartment calling her name, looking underneath the furniture.
She wouldn’t come out until he was gone.
Ivy is not shy about people. But I guess a four year old boy is another matter.
So on to pet photos:
She looks so sweet and innocent when she’s sleeping. And then when she wakes up, look out world.
Ivy has her eye on something out on the patio.
I’ve given up trying to keep her off the vanity and out of the bathroom sink. You have to pick your battles with a cat, I’ve learned. And I grudgingly lost this one.
Yesterday afternoon she was at the patio door staring up. Then suddenly she was jumping two to three feet in the air. She had spotted a bug. A bug cannot escape Ivy, but I think this one was on the other side of the glass.
Her efforts were not lost on Charlie however. He gets pretty excited over these bug killing sprees.
I guess you could say that she is Charlie’s foot soldier. She is constantly on guard for finding insects that stand virtually no chance against the likes of Ivy.