Yes, It's Pink. What's Your Point?

No, no. Not that. Still pregnant. And rather uncomfortably pregnant at that, seeing as Lambchop's head has descended even lower according to today's check by the local midwife. I'm now torn: do I go on a long, long walk tomorrow hoping to trigger her arrival, like I did with Ramekin. Or do I take it easy and attempt to wait until Monday's planned inducement, which will see me safely in hospital with reinforcements in the form of my BIL back at home (he arrives on Sunday to help with the boys).

Hmmmm...

Anyway, the pink I'm referring to is a small second-hand bike I recently picked up at a charity shop for a whopping £5. I couldn't resist it because, well, it was £5; upon closer inspection, the front brakes looked like they could easily be adjusted and fixed (by G, not me); training wheels could be added; and, the big selling point, its wheels were two inches smaller in diameter than Ramekin's little bike, which is just that too out of reach for BooBaaa's feet to reach the pedals. (Which he's desperate to do, despite Ramekin's attempts to thwart him --after all, it is Ramekin's bike.) And eventually, it will probably serve Lambchop's 'first bike' needs, too.

So I brought it home and scrubbed it clean. G adjusted the brakes and attached some new training wheels to it. And voilà! A BooBaaa-sized bike for him to try!

And on Saturday, he donned his bicycle helmet, climbed on excitedly, and tried it out on the driveway.

<---- And if you click on the picture to blow it up, you will see the pure joy on his little face!

Boo was so happy and proud of himself. And also a little frustrated at times as he hasn't completely mastered pedalling, especially 'uphill'. But it's coming, and I suspect he'll be whizzing around the driveway sooner rather than later.

Not to be outdone in the 'trying something new' department, Ramekin wanted to try biking without his training wheels. So, after explaining that he would not only have to wear his helmet, but elbow and knee pads too if we removed the training wheels, G removed them so he could give it a try. And Ramekin happily climbed on and ... panicked a bit. But he insisted on trying in spite of his fear for a few runs, so long as G held on.

I wasn't quite sure he was ready, either, at first. But then G let go and Ramekin actually biked, without training wheels, down most of the driveway on his own, and stopped himself easily by putting his foot down.

And decided he wanted his training wheels back on for a little bit longer.

Which, I think, is fair enough. He did just turn four after all, and we haven't been doing a whole lot of biking this year as we've only just hit the nice weather. I think a few more weeks of summer biking with training wheels will give him the needed confidence to try again without them.

And give BooBaaa time to sort out his pedalling logistics, pink or no pink.

And then I suspect there will be no stopping the duo, who already spend a great deal of time whizzing about the neighborhood on their scooters when we go on our walks.

Oh, and have I mentioned that BooBaaa is not phased in the slightest by Ramekin's new two-wheeled laser scooter, easily manoeuvring it up and down the driveway when he gets the chance? Scarily-coordinated kid, that one. I think I'm a little afraid . .. . impressed . . . but afraid.