Mom, Come and See!

You never know what you're going to get when you hear these words. This time the words came from Olivia. I could tell from her tone of voice that it probably wasn't something bad. It was more of a tone of excitement. I followed her outside to see this:When David saw me he yelled, "Hey Mom, I'm riding a two wheeler!" Sure enough.

He has a red bike with training wheels. We noticed last week that the training wheels didn't hit the road very often but we didn't think about taking the training wheels off--you know, because he's three. On this day, the neighbors put him on their "pickle bike" (as David calls it) and off he went.

No running behind a shaky bike until he was steadied. No pep talks. No scraped knees. I asked him how he felt about it, and this is the face he made:


He was ecstatic and spent the rest of the evening happily riding up and down the street (with bare feet--we're awesome).

I kept thinking,
There goes my three year old

on a two wheeler...

in a diaper.

I am still trying to figure out how to duplicate this experience with potty training so that one day I can write a blog post that goes something like this:
Fully potty trained. No pep talks. No bribing. No accidents.
Watch for that post (a girl can dream, can't she?).