My Comedy of Errors

To watch Toby and I play catch on a beautiful spring afternoon takes a certain amount of patience.  Which even I don't have in abundant supply.  So after about 100 throws, with only 5 complete catches between us, we gave it up for a more successful adventure: riding Toby's bike.  We took the training wheels off yesterday, and Toby has adapted more quickly than we gave him credit for.  He made it from our front door all the way to the street while avoiding two lake-sized puddles without stopping or crashing.  It felt good to see him go that far, even though it hurt a little bit when he said "I'm going to do it without you, Mom."  (Clearly he felt I was the one holding him back in the catcher's department.)