Big Brother Bike

So one thing I left out of my post yesterday about the grandparent visits is that my mom showed up with a toddler bike as a big-brother present for Nathan. Yep, you read that right: a bike. Not a tricycle (or tri-bicycle as Nathan calls it), but a toddler-sized bicycle. Complete with training wheels and a handle for pushing.

If you're assuming he's a little small unskilled to use it correctly, you would be right. And although normally I would firmly insist on toys he's not ready for being put away until he is ready (no sense letting him see it and touch it for months until he can use it, and then he's bored with it), but in this case the bike is actually ok. He really likes it. And he wants to ride it (not just push it around by the handle, though he enjoyed that too). He can't actually do the pedals yet, but I bet he'll get it soon. (And if not, we'll put it away and try again next month so he doesn't tire of it and get frustrated.)

He was so so happy out on the street in front of our house, sitting high on his big-brother bike. He must have told us it was red a thousand times, and told us that his "hat" had a car on it a thousand and one times.

I think it's so cute that he calls it a bicycle. We might have the only two-year-old on the planet who prefers to say bicycle instead of bike. :) And yes, some of you might have recognized my Grandpa's (now hairless) poodle Tammy, who came along with my mom for the visit.

Stay tuned to see when he learns how to pedal!