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2015 wishes....

It's always worth wishing for something. If you keep hoping for it, maybe your dreams will come true. Abi has had her eye on a road bike for about the last 2 years, ever since we saw one in Decathlon on our way to France. Back then it was too big for her, she could just about ride it but there was no way she'd be safe, so we said no. Every so often we've seen a bike and she's asked again, but the answer has been the same - not until you're big enough. Finally last weekend Glenn spotted a bike in the local shop and took her to try it and it fits!! Cue a beautiful bedtime letter setting out just how much she loves us, and a wish list which included her much sought after road bike. The wish list worrying also included the following....
- a Great Dane
- some more dogs
- a brother (baby)
- a road bike
- a new dog lead for Scooby

Clearly we are not having a baby brother or 4 more dogs (particularly a Great Dane), so she had a good chance of the bike in reality. She had such an amazing smile on her face when she first got in, and it is amazingly cute - a mini version of our bikes - how cool is that?!as soon as she could she was off out on it with Glenn. Much to her disgust he didn't get fully kitted up in cycling gear - just how seriously is he taking this I wonder?? They flew off and an hour later returned with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, a speedy 7 miles up and down hills, Abi is absolutely smitten by her new bike. Glenn has promised her a proper cafe ride next weekend and she can't wait!

Poor Izzy of course is now having to experience one of the very few occasions where she has to wait for something for longer than Abi. This doesn't happen very often - on most occasions everything Abi has she gets too. At first she was very relaxed about it. When I said we could do something different her response was "we'll just have cuddles Mummy". Of course that lasted until I took them both out on their bikes on Sunday. Abi flew off on her speedy wheels and Izzy couldn't keep up. Her generosity soon ran out and she dissolved into tears of "it's not fair", not  helped by me reminding her that Abi had to wait 2 years, she might have to do the same...

Alongside this trauma, Izzy is also learning to talk around the lisp her lack of tooth has created. As she reads her books to me in the evening I have to stop myself from asking her to speak clearly. This is not helped by Abi teasing her that her first adult tooth is coming through crooked and will need braces. Actually I'm more worried where she's going to fit it. It looks enormous against her little baby teeth - goodness knows how 32 of those are going to fit in!


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