Wild Man Riding His Bike

Christian spends every Thursday night at our house and I like to take him out in the early evening for some extra play time. Today he wanted to ride his bike. He's started to enjoyed riding it and we went to a neighbor's to ride. Her driveway is a bit longer than ours and has just a slight slope. He discovered that in a snap. By the time I helped push him up the slight hill, he let his feet up and started rolling backwards. Faster and faster right towards the busy street. Whew.
Next, he rolled off the driveway into the grass. Uh oh! What happened? The bike wouldn't go anymore. Christian said,"It out of gaassss."
He hasn't figured out that you have to really push on the pedals.
He also hasn't figured out the brakes so I'm really running next to him and holding onto his shirt.
We practiced stopping and looking for cars. I asked him if we ride bikes in the street without a grownup. Of course he said "Sure!"  Put that on the list of things to teach tomorrow.

At the Circus

Elephants, tigers, and ponys kept Christian fascinated at the circus Friday night. I rode an elephant with him around a ring ($10 each), bought him a sword that lights up ($10 more), pizza ($8 bucks) and that's all. We got out pretty easy!
But when the motorcycles and miniature race cars came out, he was just beside himself. He's loved cars from the time his little hand could grasp one. At the toy store he only wants to look at cars. We've watched the "Cars" movie dozens of times. He also loves firetrucks and motorcycles. He calls cycles "cicles" - like popcicles.

In the Beginning

When Christian was born he was, of course, the cutest baby I'd ever seen. He was such a good baby. He ate, slept, and only fussed a bit. This was in sharp contrast to my children. My son had colic from day 1 that lasted for months. We adopted my daughter when she was 8 months old. Before she came to us we were told she slept all night, but from the first day she arrived home  she didn't sleep all night for a year.
I thought Christian was the perfect baby .....until colic set in. Lordy, that child could scream and cry and scream and cry for 6 solid hours. We walked, rocked, patted, soothed, and finally drove around over and over and over until the early morning hours.