I feel out of sorts yet really happy. It's rather unusual for me to take long breaks between keeping in contact with friends and family. It's not my style and I know all of you are not use to the distance. Kyle, Aidan, Ethan and I are having the time of our life enjoying every day as a family of four in our new home, summer travels and keeping up with Aidan and Ethan's every stage of development.
It's days like yesterday afternoon that make me wish we all lived on the same block as we walked down the street with both boys on bikes. It was a bitter sweet moment as a parent to think that our baby Ethan ( don't let him hear me call him that) is growing up. Yesterday we did the hand off of Aidan's Like-a-Bike. Aidan received the bike when we were living in Zurich as a big brother present from Ethan. Ethan has had his eyes on the bike for months. Of all the play things that we purchased over the years the Like-a-Bike was worth every penny for all the ease it brought in and a round town as well as during our travels. Kyle lowered the seat and Ethan hopped on. I held my breathe hoping he would be of the right height fearing the melt to come if Ethan fell short of being able to reach the ground with his feet. With his red helmet on he waited ever so patiently dancing around while Kyle to adjust the seat. Once he hopped on Ethan never got off until we we almost back home from the ride. The bike requires a little coordination which come with practice but somehow I think watching Aidan for the past two years was all the practice Ethan needed. Kyle and I were so proud that when given the choice for us to carry the bike up and down slopes Ethan said "no, do it self". Ethan road the Like-a-Bike with such with such pride. We are excited for Ethan to make his own scratches one the bike.
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So sentimental and important! Glad that Ethan is loving it. We're debating whether to get one for Kels for her birthday ... or a wooden kitchen... all she wants is a "new binky!" But since she only gets it at night, we're not perpetuating that. Miss you, cute post.
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