Annie taught herself to ride a bike today. You should have seen her prepping herself: helmet, knee pads, knee-highs, and boots. Safety first, right?
Kids are so different. Lincoln was riding a two-wheeler at two and a half...with NO inhibition. How I prayed for that boy's life!!
Annie is a little more cautious. A little more safe. She's five.
She crashed a few times.
But didn't' give up.
Proud as a peacock, that girl.
My favorite: picking a wedgie. Every time she put down her feet she had to do a little undie-adjustment. Those bike seats can be pret-ty tricky, if you ask me:).
She got the hang of it and later tonight rode circles around the driveway for Ben. I was delighted and, if we're honest, totally relieved because now she can keep up with me on our walks.
(Insert a lusty Mel Gibson in all his Braveheart-self, "FREEEDDOOOOMMMMM!" And that would be me.)