Celebrate Good Times.

Marley, shown here in a typical bicycling ensemble, has so mastered the art of riding without training wheels that she's now on to practicing what she refers to as circus tricks. She coasts with her feet pulled up onto the bike's crossbar, she attempts one-handed and (for crash-doomed split-seconds) no-handed riding, she swerves in exaggerated loops and wiggles up and down our street, and before I realized what was happening and gave her a serious lecture about it, she tried pedaling with her eyes closed.

She also, with her father's help, used some sidewalk chalk to draw two twisting tracks on our driveway to zoom over. And then they set up a road made up of a series of leftover planks and shelves from Todd's various woodworking projects. She gets up speed on the road and then turns onto the driveway to bump and jostle over the track.

She was doing this yesterday afternoon, and she was doing her usual cheerful and animated play-by-play as well, when I realized that towards the end of this trick, she was cheering herself on by whisper-screaming, "For threeeeeee!" Clearly, Marley has been around for some of my Celtics viewing, when I shout the same thing after Ray Allen hits the three and makes it look so effortless AGAIN.

I love it. I want to yell this celebratory addendum whenever I or Bean, Toot, or Todd do anything extra-special. Marley buttoned her skirt herself! For threeee! Rudy skittered around a corner without falling! For threeee! Todd got home from work even earlier than he said he would! For threeee! And I am showered and presentable (with hair that doesn't make me resemble a member of Whitesnake in 1984) before it's time to leave for preschool! For THREEEEEEE!