Andrew will be 4 on Saturday, and so we got him a bicycle. He has been so anxious and squirrely the last few days, and Dave was so excited about it himself, that we gave it to him early.
Andrew is not the most co-ordinated kid, and he never did master pedalling his big wheels motorcycle. So I was so proud to watch him slowly making his way down the street. I had to come into the house because I was getting all teary eyed. My tiny baby is riding a bicycle. And going to playschool next week. He is finally finding his wings.
It was cute because he spent all day warming up to the fact that it was his bike and he got to keep it. Dave said that for about two hours they would go outside, open the garage, get on the helmet, knee pads and elbow pads, get on the bike, ride down the block and walk the bike back. Then they would take everything into the garage, take it off and go in the house. No sooner would they get in than they had to do it all again.
Finally in the afternoon he rode it the three blocks to the park with me and Aaron. He was getting pretty good at that point and he was pretty pleased with himself. At the end of the day, after we put it away he asked, "Do I get to keep it?"
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
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