Back *home* in Washington the daffodils are blooming. The tulips aren't far behind. Everything is green and lush and the weather is starting to get warm and lovely.
Here it is just barely getting over winter. We have piles of snow in the front still and there is no sign of the daffodils or tulips, or anything green, really. In fact, the day the girls and I arrived, Brent said he woke up to 2" of snow on the ground.
But, spring is in the air. For three days straight it was warm by Idaho standards, clear and sunny.
The snow is melting, the robins are back, and the kids are out riding their bikes. My kids included.
Our previous house was on a road that was not kid-bike friendly and there was really no place for the girls to ride their bikes. The house we lived in before that had a deck that was so big they rode their bikes for hours on that. And the driveway was bike-riding friendly. So the kids missed riding their bikes.
Here we are the last house before the bubble in a cul-de-sac. The kids are thrilled. And to add to the excitement, the landlord left a bike just the right size for Grace in the back shed. Granted the wheels are flat and need to be pumped up every time she wants to ride. But she is thrilled. And she's getting SO brave it is scaring me. The trip to get new helmets was WELL worth my time.
The boys in the neighborhood are way impressed by her skills since she's not even in school yet, and she's eyeing their bike jumps. My oh my.
Now since Grace moved up a bike, Calla was free to use the one Grace had been using, right??
Right. But first it needs the training wheels back on it. And when daddy put them back on, he did it the ultra-safe way. The way that you peddle and peddle and don't go anywhere because they keep the back tire off the ground. Yes, she's peddling madly and her shoes are on the wrong feet.
The girls thought it was wildy funny. But daddy fixed it.
And off they went.
All three of them. With daddy saying, "Grace, don't ride so close to your sister. I don't want you two to have a wreck," over and over again.
Now the first thing you might notice about Calla if you meet her is that she isn't one who likes to go slow, at least for very long. And as fun as it was to be on that bike, the novelty wore off pretty quickly because she couldn't go fast. Being one to fix the problem, she hopped on her old bike and took off. As fast as she could.
Later she added some glamour.
That kid. Always has to do it her way.
After four kids, ten moves and nearly two decades, we are still blissfully in love (most of the time) and I found myself back in the state I was born and raised in. It has definitely been a journey. In fact, on our 18th anniversary we pulled the last of our stuff up over the pass and into Montana, leaving our surprise love, Idaho, behind. But Montana is a great place. The last best place according to some. And we fully intend to explore as much of it as we can! Join us on our continued adventure through life, love and other stuff that comes with it.