Punky Time and Some Winter Cycling

Just a little lovin' from our punky.

 

 

 This is Squirt's very own big girl chair, birthday gift courtesy of Grandma V & Grandpa Marc. You can imagine what transpires when big brother tries sitting on it.   

 We can't keep this coveted blanky away from the girl.  There is always a creative ways to retrieve it.  She finds a ridiculous amount of comfort in that thing.  More so than even Mom and Dad can offer.  I guess blanky doesn't put her in time out.

 

At least the first minute.  You'll be greeted with a darling red faced surprise. 

 

Last weekend we took the kids to our local middle school track for some biking refresher time.  We live on a rather significant hill, so teaching on our street isn't an easy task.  Dude just can't make it back up, causing much frustration for all involved.  So, we need to make a conscious effort to take him out biking.  We allowed Squirt to take her baby stroller, complete with 2 babies and her trusty cell phone.  Never know when she's gonna need to call Papa.  He's always the chosen cell phone call recipient.    

 How darling is that stroller?  Well, the baby girl too. 

After a few minutes of wobbly legs and encouragement, he was off.  Like a speeding bullet.  We bribed him with a special treat from the grocery store and a magazine of his choice if he could make it around the track 2 times without stopping.  Of course the little bugger did it the first time.  He then asked if he could please have a new magic button, a leaf and a piece of the track as his next rewards.  I kicked myself for offering up rewards that required money at that point.  The kid is rather easy to please.

We'll end with Papa's future track star.  Look at that form - belly sticking out, hands properly at her sides, pony tail bobbing in the wind, Nike's giving her proper traction....some day she'll follow in her Mama's shoes.  Meaning she'll try running track Freshman year under her father's coaching, be told her knees awkwardly smash into each other when she runs, be put in the high jump pit as a last resort and quit the next year to work as a telemarketer at Tru Green Chem Lawn.  A dang good telemarketer I might add. See what you have to live up to darling?