My sons are learning how to ride their bikes. Vman is dropping the training wheels, and Hbomb is dropping the trike.

Vman is deathly afraid of falling into the hard cement. So being a creative SPD mama, I decided to take them to the local running track. No hard surface. No sharp turns. Just around and around and around. But even the best laid plans fall short sometimes. The track was closed. Plan B!

We drive to another football field but we couldn’t find the opening to get on. I was feeling rather desperate at this point as the fever of the boys’ worry became eminent. We found an unlocked gate and just as we were about to go through, the two men training on the field came out and started locking the gate. Continue Reading →