Raiden's "Milestone Moment" and I miss it!

Raiden (4 1/2) had a big accomplishment today. He rode his bicycle with OUT his training-wheels and I missed it :(. Edward took the kids to the park while I went to a cycling class at the gym and I missed my cutie pie little man on 2 wheels. I guess I can't witness *ALL* the firsts.

Raiden described it very nonchalantly and said he did it fine on the first try. Sure enough Chloe was beaming with excitement for her little brother and took over the story telling since he didn't seem to impressed with it all. She bragged how he just got on and took off riding, Dad barely even had a hand on him.

What I did get out of him was a promise for a repeat performance.

He told me: "Don't worry Mommy I'll ride my bike for you tomorrow." He didn't see the big deal over the whole thing apparently.

Stupid Running Shorts

Note to self: Do not ever use the "pocket" option inside your running shorts to function responsibly.

Inside everybody's running shorts there is a sharp tooth snail and if your not careful he might bit off your nail...oops I went all Shel Silverstein.

Inside everybodys running shorts there is a pocket. You can pretty much assume it is for your one teeny tiny but nonetheless VERY IMPORTANT ITEM: the key to your car. Let me save you the trouble...it is a faux pocket. Very similar to the useless shallow pockets they put on your toddlers overalls or your maternity clothes (if you are lucky). As I was 1 mile into my shorty 2 mile run today I had this panic of OMG where is my car key?! I look down my new spiffy (yes ppl still say spiffy) running shorts and have the moment of horror where I think I lost said key. I go on to curse the faux pocket and open my shorts up further because I remember the panty insert option. Thank the running god ::banging head:: what is his winged helmet head name anyhow? Again, I digress. I found the key the blessed key to my vehicle that will get me up the blasted hill to my house, but OUCH I would have discovered the key in a mere microsecond after my epiphany because...it.was.not.where.it.belonged. Again, I'll say it: Thank goodness for the panty insert option of running shorts, kind of like your favorite baseball mit. See how I creatively dart around the one sentence I could have just provided you all to actually say what really happened with the key up my crotch today. Oh but it was so blog worthy and I got to link you to one of my favorite children's authors in the process.