I remember being a kid!

the christmas right after i turned 6 i got my first 2 wheeler bike, however i didn't know how to ride it. luckily by brother josh knew and was very excited to teach me. we practiced and practiced and i had it the first day. i was so excited and felt so big. josh and i had decided to ride on up to my granny's house. somewhere along the way i lost control and crashed. as i lied on the side of the extremely non-busy road screaming that i knew i was going to die, josh went home to get my mom. it's funny thinking back to when i was a kid having a skinned knee was the end of the world to me. i wonder if it was just me i am a little dramatic about most everything, or if it's a girl thing??? Hmmm? anyways yesterday when i changed robert's diaper i noticed he was bleeding! he got his first skinned knee! funny he never cried i didn't even know anything had happened. what a brave little boy i am so proud of him. one of the first GOOD signs that he's not 100% like his mama.