Thursday, my last parent helper day at my daughter’s preschool for the year, she rode her bike to school as is now our routine. This balance bike is perfect for her now except the seat is too low. This makes her use a wide legged approach that ends up adding some lateral wiggle to her already somewhat unsteady handlebar shaking. The result is a bit chaotic at times. I hope by raising the seat a bit to help her keep her legs straight and to help her stop dragging her feet at the end of each stride. I noticed her shoe has a sizable hole which soon will result in her toes being sanded down. I don’t think she will appreciate this, so up goes the seat and handlebars.
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Maybe other parents are more observant than me, but there are times I am surprised by something on my kids’ bodies. This was especially true when my daughter was young. I was constantly, it seemed, finding new places that I had neglected washing. I remember the under the neck and behind the ears ones particularly.
Recently, I had a similar experience. When changing her socks, I noticed some flaky skin between her toes, and sure enough she has athlete’s foot. Boston is cold, and she usually sleeps with two pairs of socks on. Sometimes those socks stay on, and she even lobbies to have three pairs during the day on occasion. My wife and I have been diligently washing between her toes and restricting her to only one pair of socks, but this has not worked. Today, I saw her toes in daylight, and they still need attention.
I didn’t bring any sandals to St. Louis with me on this trip, and with temps approaching blazing hot tomorrow, I decided to get her some open toed shoes and some medicated creme (if it was age appropriate). Yes on both counts, so tonight starts the regimen of applying it between her very ticklish toes, and she is already out walking about in her new flip-flops. These, I think, make the whole situation palatable to her.
Yesterday, in one of those strokes of obvious brilliance, I suggested that we open up the shoe storage container to see if any would fit our eager-to-walk son. Sure enough, he has become size 6 without our knowing it. Mostly he rambles around the house in a sleeper, but now that he really wants to get on his feet outside, shoes are in order. This necessitates not just adding shoes to the wardrobe, but also putting him in pants because the sleeper feet just don’t fit inside shoes that well. Since we bought all of our daughter’s shoes as gender neutral as possible, they are available for him to wear. Gender neutral really means from the boy’s section without sharks, guns, camouflage, or other testosterone driven imagery. It is really sad that everything in the girl’s section tends to be at best sparkly and pink and at worst non functional, pink, and sparkly.
So today, my son stomped, assisted, in his shoes for a little while and then rode in the stroller to pick up his sister from preschool. He really enjoyed taking off his mittens, shoes, and socks repeatedly on this trip.
It takes me 30 minutes to walk to the preschool at a brisk pace. Once there, my daughter was surprised by the single stroller. There was no second seat for her to slide in and get pushed home. With the promise of a bagel at the grocery store (where the last day for a game they are running happens today and the possibility of two cute kids to get more tokens was a possibility), we set out. She did really well considering she doesn’t get much walking in these days. At 2 years old, she regularly walked a fair distance. Two hours later with a stop at the store included, we got home. The son, barely shod by this time, was cranky and tired for his afternoon nap, and he went down without much fuss after a brief meal. The daughter curled up on the sofa with me to read books in a very calm manner. I think I really gave her enough exercise today.
I know I gave myself enough because I promptly fell asleep after reading four books to her and was only woken up by her playing a drum a few feet from my head.