James’ first bike ride

To be grammatically correct: James’ first trike ride.  But that doesn’t sound as monumental.

We got James a 3-in-1 tricycle this week.  it starts as a push trike that he can steer, then turns into something else, then turns into a tricycle. 1.  2.  3.

It started yesterday with the assembly.  James has been quite the helper these days.  Whether he’s “helping” assemble a bike trike,

or “helping” Daddy read the paper,

or “helping” bathe Lynyrd.

He is very hands on.  So, yesterday Justin quickly tried to assemble the trike, while James continuously carried this tire to me saying, “cracka??” {cracker}  I have absolutely. no. idea. why.

And then, as usual, baby James got hurt.

After a good night’s sleep, we thought we’d venture out on a little bike ride.  We were ready to go.  Just waiting on Daddy.

And when Justin came out, I got a picture of James in front of his first home, which I know I will cherish one day.

And off we went.

And it was all downhill from there.  We had a rough time enabling the steering (which I think is so important to help with the fine motor skills!). Lynyrd barked so much before we left the driveway that we had to put him back inside.  And then James’ too big, borrowed croc fell off his foot and he scraped his toe, which led to hysterical crying.  So, our first bike ride lasted about 3 minutes and then, we took the poor boy in.

Although James’ first bike ride was not quite as I had imagined, this is the unpredictable reality of having a child.  One of my favorite things about kids {besides their innocence} is their resiliency.  And Sweet Baby James was back to his happy self in no time.  On the day of his first “bike ride.”