Biker

Lucy is officially a biker. She has been begging for months to have the training wheels taken off her bike. Yesterday, we finally obeyed. It only took a couple of times with me holding on and running beside her before she figured it out. She practiced last night at the park during Charlie's baseball game. There were a couple of close calls with some pedestrians. She learned that leaning away from the pedestrian doesn't work as well as steering away from the pedestrian. She also learned that learning to ride a bike means you will fall down. However, it also means you're old enough to be tough. Messages received. Today she looked like an old pro.

To celebrate her new found independence she picked out a pink helmet and bike bell at Target. Go Lucy, go!