Home Barber

Well, I suppose it had to happen.  Is there anyone who gets through childhood without some sort of brush with this experience?  Chris and I were on a date, riding bikes to dinner.  We get a call from the babysitter which of course is never a good thing.  She says the kids were laughing really loud as she was cleaning the kitchen.  She went to see what was happening and this is what she found:

According to the kids, it was Joseay’s idea to have Brown cut her hair.  Luckily it was in the back and is really hard to tell and really, no harm done - though it did take Joseay 3 years to get her hair this long!

Pride on his face

So he has been riding a balance bike for about a year and a half, and has been peddling the little go cart around for a year or more.  So he has all the skills (pedaling and balancing).  But we just hadn’t taken the time to push him to ride a regular bike.  He is quite timid and so it was going to take some pushing to do this.  So I started jogging with him on the streets around our rental house at the beach as he peddled and pretty much just leaned on me as we motored around.  He had knee and elbow pads for the inevitable wipe out that was coming, but he never caught the fever.  So this went on for days.  One, day we were pretty much just playing in the surf.  I had pointed out several kids as they went by on the beach riding their bikes.  You could tell he was thinking, putting the pieces together.  But when his cousin and Nana got on their bikes and started down the beach, that was it.  He simply said, I want to ride my bike.  I said I would get his pads and all and he said, I don’t want them, just my helmet and shoes.  And with that, he put on his shoes, donned his helmet, got on his bike, and with a little push, he took off and that was that.  How proud we all were, including Brown.