Born to Ride April 23, 2007

The bike Santa (read Me) was ecstatic to give Elijah for Christmas. The one for which the statement, “Mommy, I’ll ride that bike when I’m five,” has been used interminably to console me because he has been adamantly opposed to getting on it. He pulled it out the other day and immediately rode like a pro. He has no fear, rides like he’s been doing it for years, and says, “I’m all right! I just tipped over!” when he falls down. He rode to Lowe’s with us this morning and then all around the outdoor garden center. If he had his choice, he’d just glue his little bottom right to the seat.