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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Watch out for that....Treeeeeee!

Crash! Bump..."ouuuch!" Andrew running to Yuri---with his right ear attached to the bottom of the tree and his legs splayed over the handle bars. Not so good...not a good sight.... insert me shaking my head but smiling (don't worry he's ok).

Before I talk about the "not so good sight" let me tell you about the really good sight... the one we saw today as we entered Yuri's school.

We walked up the street with Oksana, chipsi's and candy in hand (they call pringles chipsi's and loooove them) wondering where we could find Yuri... low and behold here he comes--like a rocket... on a bike--haha

He was peddling so fast I wasn't sure whether to be proud or worried at his speed...cruising is not a concept he understands just yet--it's not a race, you just pedal.. But there he was smiling and showing off--coming RIGHT AT US--but alas he (BARELY) made the turn and using his favorite stopping mechanism: a little brake and a lot of foilage-he softly crashes into the nearby bush. Brushing off his hands and knees he looks up at us with his big hazel eyes (same color as Andrews I might add) and just grins. Then we all bust out laughing. So... I guess he can ride that thing after all--what a quick learner!



Obviously there are a few bumps along the road when learning to ride a bike and although we find him practically perfect in every way shape and form--he did have his first "crash." Insert proud Momma frowning in sympathy. He was coming around the corner and BOOM the boy just decided to use his ear as a brake with the tree being the landing spot. He hit the bottom of the tree so hard the white paint at the bottom of the tree came off on his ear. Andrew ran--and I mean ran--to his side (I was inside and didn't see it all). Yuri was of course like any 10 yr old boy a little embarassed but didn't cry. Andrew insisted on comforting him, which he is not used to, and only when Andrew had him firmly embraced in his arms assuring him it was ok did he let out a mad cry--a short, soft one, but a cry nonetheless. Our "perfect son" cries. I guess he is human after all ;)



Don't worry you can quit holding your breath--he really is fine. It was minimal and he jumped right back on that bike smiling all the way. I very seriously doubt it will be the last crash and we are confident it won't be the last time he'll need his dear old D-A-D.



Can it get any better than this....