Biking

Kate has been asking to "go biking" for months. And for months I have said, "Honey, it is just too cold for biking today." But today it was about 60 degrees out, and again, "Mama? Can we go biking?" (And every. single. time. she says it I am amazed at how perfectly she says it. Wow.) I asked if it was ok for us to wait until half-time (it is March Madness, after all), and then we went out.

She rides on a big trike, kind of like a Big Wheel. I've let her try out her brother's bike with training wheels, but frankly, it doesn't go fast enough for her. She can really move on her trike.

We went to a street in the back of our neighborhood where there are only a few houses and about three blocks of wide open street. Will and Ben also came along on their bikes. My brother Jacob started teaching Ben to ride without training wheels last spring, but then he went home, and honestly, I am a terrible teacher. And what with me working and Tim being gone most of the summer, Ben never really figured it out. But he was this close.

So today we practiced his riding. Within about two minutes he was off and riding by himself. He made great progress with his balance and steering. I was so pleased, because there is a strong possibility he has my sense of coordination, which is ridiculously lacking. I plan on teaching Will this spring/summer too, and I have the same fears with him.
At one point I was holding the back of Ben's seat and giving a little push, when Kate went flying by on her trike.

As she passed, she shouted, "See ya later, chumps!"
I have no idea where she gets this stuff.