She's been working on her cycling while I'm at work too, so when I get home in the evening, she seems to have gotten stronger without my having to coach her. Its one of those times, where I'm amazed at how quickly and unexpectedly my kids adapt to what I remember as being a challenge.
I suppose I should have seen this coming when we fitted her out for the bike.
The shop we visited set her up with a bike that I never would have thought she'd be ready for - it was a size up from what all her friends are using. She's very tall for her age, and when the seat was lowered, she was able to stand tip toe while sitting.
"Perfect," said the shop owner, smiling while he checked the fit and had her step on and off the bike, "Awesome!"
When I got over the shock of seeing how tall she'd gotten, I was pleased. The fact that she just comfortably stepped into the taller model meant she could keep that bike for a season or two. It's a fun model too - It's a bright summery green with a white basket with flowers.
She seemed pleased herself, "I like the green flames Daddy," she said pointing to the flashy sticker on the crossbar.
"Cool," the man at the shop said to my daughter, "Go choose a bell for yourself."
He brought out a step stool to help her look through three baskets of random bicycle bells while he tuned up the cycle for us to take home.
I chatted with him while she sorted through what must have been about a hundred bells with different stickers on them.
When she returned with a bell, she ran past me and handed it to the shop owner. He took one look and flashed a big smile.
"All right!" he said and took the bell and mounted it, "Great choice! Awesome!"
I waited until they'd wheeled it around before taking a look.
"Oh my," I thought looking at the little Jolly Roger skull and crossbones bell she'd chosen for herself, "I wonder what her Mom will think?"
She's growing up fast.