Noah decided to ride his "big bike", which we got from the neighbors after their sons outgrew it. His other bike is getting too little for him, although he can still motor on it, and watching his legs pedal furiously is a pretty funny sight. This bigger one is still a little big; it's tall enough, even with the seat all the way down, that he has trouble starting and stopping. He has to jump on and go, or hit the brakes and jump off. But with his energy, once he's on he can easily go so fast that I need to pedal hard to keep up.
Elliot, on the other hand, likes to stop and smell the roses. Pick up a random leaf here and there, point at all the dogs being walked and stop to chat with whoever happens to be out working on their yard. While he's getting very good on his Strider, he apparently finds it impossible to talk and ride at the same time, even to me.
Noah would zoom ahead, stop, tell me we needed to wait for Elliot, then yell at Elliot to hurry up. Lather, rinse, repeat about a hundred times. We eventually made it to the playground.
It turned out to be a short visit, as Noah decided (of course) he needed to go to the bathroom RIGHT NOW. This is why I still have the baby seat on the back of my bike, for just such an occasion. I piled Elliot in, and we took off at top speed home. It's actually not a bad thing, because it short cuts the inevitable protests about having to go home.
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| Yes, he really did have his hands clasped, asking me sweetly if he could swing, as if I'd deny him that pleasure at a playground. With that look, I probably would have said yes if he'd asked to drive my car. |
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| "Smile Noah" is no longer the right thing to say to him if I want a decent pic - that's his Halloween-night-say-thank-you-face after some lady dumps an apple in his pumpkin. |
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| My little climber |
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