Who moved the bike seat?

There have been a lot of things that I should have blogged about recently. For example, I wanted to give my perspective on the train wreck that was our 'vacation'. That wound is too fresh and raw still, probably will be forever. Suzy wanted me also to write about the 'graduation' ceremony at Daniel's preschool. While the whole thing struck me as ridiculous I felt that it would be bad form if I mocked it this year, and next year when Daniel was one of the graduates I wrote about what a meaningful thing it was, and how I will always cherish the memories.

So why am I blogging? What momentous event has removed the laziness from my fingers and sent me to the computer? A simple question. 'Who moved the bike seat?' That is a question that Daniel asked Papa and me today before their bike ride. Daniel and Papa were going on a ride before we all headed to the pool, and Papa and I were getting the bike ready, which consists of getting the kid's seat on the back and attaching all the straps. I popped Daniel in his seat and his knees rested up against the back of the bike seat. That was when he asked the question. Nobody moved the bike seat, buddy. You grew. That kid barely fits in the seat anymore. I don't know when it happened, but it did. When we first got that seat he was swimming in there, but now he barely fits in it.

Suzy and I were just saying the other day that he seems to be at another level. Mentally, physically, emotionally. He is just becoming a functional member of our family. Tutu and Papa were down this weekend and I think that they noticed it too. From the fact that all of a sudden he can swim by himself, he can calm himself down when he is upset, he dresses, eats, does pretty much anything, all by himself. He plays with Legos and builds cool spaceships. He has discovered a love of drawing that is incredible. He draws these complex cartoons, with lots of action, Spiderman jumping from this building to that building, and here is the ladder, and here are the bad guys, etc. His drawing skills led directly to more evidence that he has some of his mother's artistic skills. Suzy can picture something in her head, and have pretty much total recall of that memory. Daniel seems to be the same way, he drew a picture of his trip to the Coronado ferry with his class with amazing detail, and also a picture of our trip to the Nationals game, that included walking through a tunnel. Obscure details remembered and accurately put to paper. I could never have done that.

So what is the event that makes me want to blog? It is my son, Daniel, and the miracle that is his growing up.

Daniel swimming to Papa with his Nemo fish

Tutu and Papa with the boys