I just want to remember this day, so it's worth trying to get get back on the blog bandwagon so I can remember long enough to hopefully jot it down in one of the baby books one of these days.
It's starting to feel like spring here, so its just plain nice to be outside. The fam went for a bike ride down to the parking lot, so T could ride around in circles and P could simply get her outdoor fix. T and I (and P in the push-a-car) were racing back and forth, and he's still figuring out how to brake. It's a work in progress. So he didn't quite brake so well. And he tipped over. In slow-motion, so he was fine--and I wasn't worried about him, but P on the other hand....She watched her brother tip over and got so upset that her big bro could have gotten hurt. I swear, I had to comfort P more than T for T's accident. And it's totally cheesy, but I just wanted to take a snapshot of that memory (which, with T on the ground under his bike and P crying at the site seemed mean so I didn't) to remember the utter sweetness of the moment. T wanted to know why P was crying because she wasn't hurt - and we just had to say "because she's just worried about you, T." I hope that they always are this protective about each other.
The second moment of the day was just a classic "what 4 year olds say" moment. At dinner tonight, the hubs was busy telling T how good at everything. Everything. Except golf. T comes over to me and in a stage whisper and says, "I think daddy is kidding." Why yes, T, I believe you are correct. Classic.