Childhood is full of many milestones that most of us have long forgotten: finger snapping, chopsticks, blowing a bubble, pumping a swing.
Last week Jacob tied his first bow— on his swim trunks of course. I haven’t bought any shoes that tie as all shoes that aren’t KEENS are immediately transformed into trash that vaguely resembles footwear. And KEENS appear to be fastened solely via mini bungee cords, so his unfamiliarity with laces is certainly my fault. But those slip-on bungee cords have saved us countless hours.
About two week ago, after a Friday at camp centered around “wheels” and all manner of bikes, skateboards, and scooters, Jake came home and immediately removed the training wheels from his bike. He wasn’t able to master his Teenage Mutant Ninja turtle bicycle that day, but he was back on it last weekend. And just like that, he was riding. A few loops around the yard and he declares, “Look Mom, I’m already a pro.”
Next up?: whistling.