The air is rapidly escaping from the sock balloon. I'm working on pair number 7 and I'm finding it hard to be excited about its progress. I'm halfway done with the foot on the second sock and I'm not really looking forward to starting another pair. I still should make at least one more pair. And Kevin will be skiing this winter so I should make him a pair of wool socks too.
There is a five-week skiing program for special needs teens (no parents!) this winter which we'll be signing Kevin up for. He's never done that, so I'm nervous and excited for him at the same time. I can't ski, I fall. Ice skating is more my speed as long as I have at least one foot on the ice at all times. (No jumps!)
Kevin learns by observation. He rode a two-wheeler two days after we took the training wheels off his sister's bike. Fern didn't like Kevin riding her bike, so we took the wheels off his bike. I'm sure he'll see the others skiing and go for it. It's kind of cool he doesn't take the whole fear thing into consideration, fear of failure, fear of falling, fear of falling in front of peers, the usual adult things.
15 hours ago