In the recent past, the Girl has attended what’s called ‘bike camp’, a program that teaches children how to ride bicycles safely. And somewhere along the line she has done away with her training wheels.
When she comes to my house, she’s never brought her bike. We tend to walk everywhere. So, I only found out about her skills this weekend. That’s a by-product of the two-home arrangement, I guess; finding out about milestones after the fact. I feel vaguely sad about that, not seeing her “getting it” as she learns to ride. I wish I’d been there to help her with it.
But, it’s not really about me. It’s about her, and how proud she feels about being able to do something fun on her own.
Anyway, here’s the reason you’re tuning in here – the pictures.
Dig that crazy polka-dot helmet!
Off to the park.
A sunny day on two wheels.
My Girl grows up, every day.