For his second birthday, I asked my parents to get him a Radio Flyer tricycle. He still can't reach the pedals. He does love climbing on it and pushing it around, but as far as transportation goes, it's a bust for at least another 6 months, depending on growth spurts. Friday, they stopped by the house and dropped off this "new to him" bicycle. We weren't home at the time and didn't return till that evening, so it wasn't until almost bedtime that Reeves even saw it. When he did, it was all he saw or wanted. His other toys meant nothing to him at that point. Of course, we had to tell him that he couldn't ride it that night, but the next day, Saturday, he could ride it all he wanted. Unfortunately, we woke up to a cold and rainy Saturday - that lasted roughly 24 hours. Poor Reeves! The bicycle was on the back porch. Everytime we absentmindedly opened the back door, there he was, running between our legs to sit on his soaking wet "new bike". We felt so bad for him because we knew there was no chance he was getting on that thing that day.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea. ~e.e. cummings
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Reeves' New Bike
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3 comments:
Is that really blue?
'Cause, damn! That looks green to me.
Cute cut - good bike riding!
Anne
Well, take away the handlebars and fork, and it's blue!
That is too funny because it reminds me of the bike mom and dad got me for Christmas! All I wanted was a NEW - bike not one that was my sisters before it was mine, and so Christmas morning, I woke up to a brand new blue bike...or at least I thought it was new. Later on the paint started chipping away and a green color began to pop up from underneath! I came to realize our ideas of new were quite different. What I meant by new was "brand new" and what mom and dad meant by new was "new to Laura!" Long story short the truth came out - they bought the green bike from a garage sale, spray-painted it blue, and gave it to me for Christmas! Regardless, I loved it just the same once I knew it was still a "hand-me-down" of some sort! Welcome to the family Reevesy!!! Love Aunt LaLa
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