Last weekend Eleanor found my old journal that I kept when I was her age. In it, I wrote about the time I was given my favorite childhood bike (purple Huffy, banana seat, called the “Desert Rose,” still love it).
She grew silent; she hadn’t ever really learned to ride a bike, even though she was close to figuring it out.
Imagine my surprise when she hopped on Jeff’s bike and persisted until she was doing loops around the cul-de-sac! I had to get some video evidence on Sunday afternoon for the grandparents. We are all so proud of her!
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Go Eleanor! Impressive!
Wow, you are amazing Eleanor!