So pretty much upon getting out of bed Friday morning, the training wheels came off, and we were headed to the parking lot.
About six seconds after our arrival, Maddie was riding her bike as if she'd been doing it for years.
Came back home after just a couple of minutes (Madeleine wanted to come back home... it was almost like "'Kay. That's that, then. We can go home, now.",
to invitations -and more plans- for Sparkles' birthday and Dog Show party.
Outside on the patio. "Hey, Madd? Wanna go for a bikeride with me?"
So we invited Dad and Trevy, and off we went.
To the church. For races and games
and bunny-hops and wheelies.
Had to come home to for a pit stop for ice in our water...
and off on a neighborhood bike ride.
Yep. Like we've been doin' it that way all along.
"Hey!! I hear the icecream truck! And it's in our neighborhood (not the-next-one-over, like it usually is)... go find it!"
We got it, we got it!!
Right in front of our house. And a nice lady is driving... and she's smiling. Perfect.
Rainbow snowcone, anyone?
Made me smile that she chose that--one with the gumball in the bottom, of course.
And you know--there was other fine stuff, too.
An' life is good.