Ella demon scooterer

I would like to report that, while I snarl and complain almost the entire time (because we're usually running late, my fault), it is one of the unexpected joys of my life right now that Ella insists of riding her little scooter down to Tali's school. It's a 1km ride, actually quite a distance for a little girl, and the sight of her barreling along with her oversized helmet and little legs pumping on those little pedals make me laugh out loud. She yells out "What Dad?! What are you laughing at?" and I say "You're adorable" but she can't hear me because she's already zooming off. We ride past the high school and I hear the big kids say to each other "OMG, do you see that little girl? That is so cute!!"

Tali continues to become faster and faster on the bike, and I am ready to upgrade him to the next size bike as soon as the opportunity presents itself. He's just discovered skids. Actually I had to teach him how to do it. Although I did have to say to him, "Tali, now that I've shown you how to skid I really should tell you to stop it, you're ruining the tyre."

I love that I'm able to be here for these times - I love watching my babies be such capable and energetic people - I love that I'm able to give them the opportunity to be developing these skills and confidence - but most of all I love seeing Ella going hell for leather down the pavement with her little legs going EE-ee-EE-ee-EE-ee and her wild blond curls flying out behind her.