The one drawback of Jaedon learning to ride his bike nice and early is that Alicia-Rae can’t. Jaedon wants to spend all his time at the sports centre around the corner, with it’s mostly vacant car park and nice open fields surrounded by footpaths. Alicia-Rae doesn’t. I can’t blame her – it’s not the most exciting thing in the world to sit on the concrete and watch your brother have fun. As I type this it occurs to me that us girls should maybe have a tea party or two, or even take the speakers for my iPod so we can have a bit of a dance. She’d love that. But up until now her entertainment has been Angry Birds, Match-It Trains (bought for Jaedon’s benefit originally), Flight Control, and Cut the Rope. Amongst other apps, but those are her favourites. And I have to confess, on her behalf, that she’s quite a competitive little creature. Don’t dare to take her up on a game of Memory unless you’re prepared for a hammering. As she sat and played Match-it Trains this afternoon, she must have been very pleased with the results. New High Score I’d bet.
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And while Alicia-Rae was workin her fist pump, Jaedon was somewhere out left field completely tiring himself out. So much so that he was far too tired to ride the bike home. And so low on energy that he suggested I carry him home. Aint happenin boy. So I left him to decide whether he wanted to ride the bike home, or walk while I pushed his bike. So long as he carried all his gear. And while he was thinking about it, I took a photo of his indecision.
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He’s a smart one this kid – definately got his daddy’s engineering genes. His final offer was to tuck his knee, elbow and wrist pads inside his helmet, which he then proceeded to hang from the handle bars. For me to push home with the bike, of course. What do you say to that? Nothing much but ‘Love you, sweetheart’ came to mind. Boy am I in trouble.
Narrelle x