car service

Of course the bike-riding went fine yesterday. The girls got a taste of freedom, I think, by riding over streets they've previously only been driven on. They are beginning to learn their way around.

But they still aren't free, needing us to help plan, and then to drive. We (Mark and I) don't want to become a taxi service, but some days that's what it feels like. Yesterday they had car service from another parent and we decided to treat ourselves to dinner with Nick. We were home well before they had said they would be--but when we got there they were sitting on the front porch, waiting. I can live with inconveniencing them a little bit, but my friend, the other parent, was sitting in her car waiting as well, unwilling just to drop them off on our doorstep. We need to work on not crossing signals.

(And I'm aware a cellphone might have alleviated this confusion...but we're not there yet, not at the point of wanting that kind of leash. Maybe next year.)