I like to ride my bicycle, I like to ride my bike...

Once again, I have loaded the pictures in the wrong order, so keep that in mind. :) Chris took the girls last Saturday to get new, 20" bikes. They had not gotten new bikes since they're 4th birthday and were in desperate need of them. We decided to make sure that the new bikes did not have training wheels on them. Their old bikes did and we had never taken them off. We decided that they needed to learn the old fashioned way...the way that we learned...the way where you are covered in band aids by the end of the day.

So, on Sunday we packed up the van - Chris, the girls, the bikes, the tool box (for seat adjustments), helmets and pads - and the car - me, Quinn, snacks, water, capri suns, diaper bag,, stroller and scooter - and drove the five miles up to the school parking lot. We then unloaded everyone and everything and padded the future Lance Armstrongs up.

By the end of the day Chan looked like this...riding without any help! (Casey looked like that too, but I can only upload 5 pics at a time, so...)

Below is a picture of Casey riding at the beginning. Please note Chris's position. Then think of what it is like to teach ONE child how to ride a bike. For Chris, with two, there was never a break. He ran in a hunched over state for two hours. What a good man...a good dad!


Strapping on all the pads. This is a requirement for me. I hate the park - it is just a head injury waiting to happen, so you better believe that my children were all sorts of padded up for bike riding - including elbow pads. Do they look foolish? Yes. Will they be made fun of at some point? Yes. Does it make me feel better? Absolutely.

Oh, look, its sweet Quinn Boy! He was so good, hanging out in the stroller eating his puffs.