Change of Plan

I live in a black and white brain where my children are tiny fragments of vulnerability and the world is a killing machine. You know? Last spring, after Benny got his bike, we attempted to take a bike ride around the neighborhood with the bike and the stroller. It was such an agonizing experience, complete with a never-forget-until-the-day-I-am-dragged-screaming-to-the-asylum moment of him rolling helplessly into the street and me with the stroller, running. Yeah. SO I had put that activity on my "Never ever do this" list, and had underlined it in red when we got the puppy.

Now, I am forced to admit that things do change. Instead of going wherever we were going to go (I think it was a responsible errand we were supposed to perform) we decided to take a bike ride around the neighborhood with the boy on the bike, the girl in the stroller, and the dog on the leash. And me calmly, placidly, cud-chewingly walking along. YOU KNOW WHAT? It was not so bad. My sweet, beautiful, intelligent child listened to directions, tried his best to follow them, and there was only one terrifying moment at an intersection. Which has already begun to fade away in my memory, from a scarlet red to a nice salmon. It was actually, dare I say it, fun.

So, maybe it is possible to have fun on city streets with the aforementioned grouping of life forms. Who knew?

My favorite moments were when Benny saw a sign that said, "Reserved Parking" and said, "LOOK MOMMY! It's a prefix AND two suffixes!" *smug homeschooler aura* and all the little times he said "WHEE!" when he was on his bike. He literally actually said "WHEE." As if it were a real utterance.

Okay, off to list things on EBAY. There are only 43 days left in the fifty day challenge, says the counter on my Google home page.