"I want to ride my bicycle..."

Busy Monday today. Buck is at an afternoon "adventure" camp at the local ski resort (now transformed into a mountain biking, bungee, ropes course type of place). He was nervous, but instantly joined his group and seemed to be making friends madly. 

Yesterday, we went biking for the first time as a family. Thunder in the Chariot (attached to RKZ's bike) and Buck riding a "ride along" with me. It's basically a bike that he can pedal attached to the back of my bike. He's riding, but doesn't have to balance. Quite cool. We hope it helps Buck get over his fear of going too fast - he won't go fast enough to balance and we haven't been able to take off the training wheels of his own bike. 

I don't have a picture of the boys in action, but I loved this shot of them in their helmets. Yes, it's August here, but it was in the 50's and raining before we too our ride. Friends were over for dinner Sat night and told us that Calgary is officially the only place on the planet that did not see temperatures rise this summer. Of course. I just have that knack. 

So many thoughts and events have gone through my mind over the last few days. I sometimes wish I had posted them, but it's harder to get on the computer with 2 active boys around. Buck had to go to the hospital for stitches last night. He and RK were there until midnight. Such a bummer, but funny that we don't even blink an eye about it anymore. Buck has a thin-skinned chin or something. Now, 2 scars "like a pirate" he always says. 

Lastly, today is Buck's 5th birthday. Five. 

I think some sentences expand in our hearts until it feels as though we might explode. I waited 5 long years for my oldest boy and - just like that - his life span has matched my waiting. Now, his brother is here to share the space and Buck meanders into the magical trifecta of the years "5 to 7" (which is supposedly the period a boy will have the most growth until he enters puberty). If anyone can understand, I know that Buck has already begun his path away from me. He clings to me more now because he can feel it too - caught between wanting to be the baby his brother is or a part of the "poop-talking" gang of his 5 year old counterparts. He's bungeeing today at camp. The writing is on the wall.