Monday, July 30, 2012

Bicyle, Bicycle, Bicycle, I Want to Ride My Bicycle...

Yesterday my five year old granddaughter learned to ride her bicycle without training wheels.  My son sent me a video of her just tooling around their driveway.  It was amazing.  She was so excited, the look of pure joy and pride was priceless.

It made me think back to when I first learned to ride a bike.  It was my older cousin's bicycle and a little too big.  I was actually about nine years old when I learned...The bike must have been giant, because I was about the same height I am now back then.  It was a red Schwinn with a banana seat.  This is before helmets and other protective gear were required...we just hopped on the bikes and rode--down hill--with no brakes... No one warned me about speed and velocity and wind.  Incline, decline?  Huh?  My dad put me on the bike, told me to balance, held the back of the bike (with a cigarette in the other hand I am sure) and ran along side to get me started,  then the next thing I knew I was in the Easter basket shaped laurel bush at the end of the block.  I wasn't hurt, I got back on the bike and did it again, and got to be quite the good rider of bicyclces.  I expect that the Grand baby will do the same thing.  She ran right into a tree today, fell down multiple times, quite gracefully I might add (I'm thinking the ice skating lessons really paid off.  She learned how to 'fall' well)  We are working on that steering piece.  I did make sure she had her helmet on, and trust me, as soon as I get a chance, she will sport knee and elbow pads.  I explained declines, inclines and why they are not hills.  We discussed the wind too...Thank goodness she's a smart kid.  She got it.

Her learning to ride and my reminiscing about the same, got me thinking about how sometimes life is like learning to ride a bike.  Sometimes someone has to hold your hand, talking to you and getting you started.  After awhile, you don't even realize that they aren't holding it anymore, you just take off and go, turn around to look and say "Look!  I'm doing it!"...only to run into a tree.  It's okay, though.  You get up, dust off and try it again. 

The pride and joy of knowing that you have learned or overcome something and the  confidence and tenacity to get back up and try, try again is  priceles and I am convinced that the earlier one learns that the better off the will be.

Facebook and Twitter and Blogs--Oh My!

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While I don't feel that I am being dragged into the technological future kicking and screaming, trying to hold onto anything not nailed down, I do feel like sometimes it's all just too much. I am on Facebook, twitter and this blog.  I follow blogs.  I follow a bunch of twitterites (or whatever they are called), and I just saw that I have 453 friends on Facebook...453??  Who are these people?  OK, I know who they are but  wow, that is a lot.

I don't know why I got on Facebook (side note here.  Facebook is a verb.  I can't tell you how many times I have been asked if I 'Facebook'...really? Is it some sport now? Just one of those random thoughts I have).  It has been about 4 years now since I created an account.  Practically my whole family is on there.  I do have to admit that it helps stay in touch with the relatives that live out of state and left them know what's going on with the family.  I don't however  feel compelled to let the fb world know every time I take a breath though.  "Just took a breath"!..."Wow breathing is so overrated"!...."OMG, Someone is trying to take my breath"!...OK, I am totally being sarcastic but really I swear it amazes the things that people post!  Who cares that you are on your way to the store!!  Late for work?  Uh, get off that mobile device and maybe you'd make it on time!!!

OK, this post is turning into a rant and was not my intention.  My intention was right, to talk about my spiral into all this social networking.  I am thinking it is just another way to feed my reading obsession.  People who really know me know that I HAVE to have  something to read.    I have the Kindle reader on my phone.  I am plugged in people. Twitter?  Yep.  Got that.  There are some other ones I am sure, but I haven't discovered them.  Twitter, Facebook and this blog can keep me plenty busy, thank you very much.

It's late. I am sure I will read this in couple of days and wonder what the heck I was thinking.  I am recovering from a 3 hour tour bike ride its time to hit the sack--After I update my Facebook status, Tweet everyone goodnight and sign off my blog.  The digital revolution has arrived people, and I have been swept up in the tide of progress!

Thursday, July 26, 2012

My Little Prince

I can't believe it has been  just over 8 weeks since my grandson was born.  He is such a little angel on earth..  He is now at the age where he is just starting to smile and coo and I just can't get enough of watching him.  His sisters dote on him, his grandpa in absolutely enthralled with him and I can't believe how tiny he is!  He weighs just a few pounds more than his father did when he was born.  I look at him and wonder just where time goes.  It seems like just yesterday I was holding his father, my first born.

He is the first male born in almost 24 years.  My youngest son was the last one on both sides of the family.  The twins are never far from my mind.  As I watch the middle granddaughter, I can't help but wonder what they would be like...their personality, looks. 

I feel so blessed to have these gifts , these grandchildren.  I so look forward to sleep overs, and riding bikes and going on trips and hikes with all my grandchildren.  What more can I ask for?