I'm a worrier. I'm not ashamed. I may one day be a crazy old lady sitting in a corner, hugging myself and rocking back and forth... but we'll jump that hurdle when we get to it. For now, I'm a run-of-the-mill worrier. As a result, my completely safe, completely coordinated, very capable husband has to wear a helmet when he rides his bike to school. He's one of just a handful of BYU students who does this, I'm sure. He thought I was silly when I first demanded he wear his helmet, but caved when I agreed to allow him to keep his head shaved so he didn't get "helmet head." It's not that I just want him to be safe, because I do, but I want him to be a good example to our kids. Because Daddy wears his helmet, Ava knows she has to put hers on before saddling up on her bike.
Jax wears his on his trike. As a matter of fact, even as he drove his little ride-on car around the backyard he insisted on a helmet. Andy couldn't find Jax's so he went for the next best thing --- his.
Jax loved wearing Daddy's helmet and I loved that even at 22-months he knows our family's helmet rule, and is quick to follow it.
Making his monster face
3 comments:
That's funny. In our family it is the complete opposite. Karl and Noah MAKE me wear my helmet around town and Max always wants his as well. Either way though I think it should be the law to wear a helmet. Your kids look so cute with theirs.
ha ha, bekah! i just started laughing trying to picture that "crazy old lady worrier" trying to hop a hurdle. Good luck with that! And good job on keeping your family safe.
cute kiddos!
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