Quinn made huge progress on his bike on Saturday. Even though the bike is an inch or two too big for him, he has figured out how to brake without falling down. The first few times were a bit rough, but after what seemed like a full day of riding, he really has it down now.
Of course, I was doing my part, running behind him, just in case I needed to help him. He didn't need my help. He can ride fast...much faster than I can run.
Needless to say, I'm pooped. Quinn is stoked that he's riding his bike. Now if he can only learn to start on his own, he'll be perfect...and this, I'm sure, will come soon. If he doesn't, I'll get in great shape running behind him.
I'm just happy that he had a good time.
P.S. Today I asked Quinn if he wanted to ride his bike while I went running in the forest. He said yes...and we were in the forest for about 30 minutes (with a stop to look a the wild pigs). I had a great jog, and Quinn seemed to really have fun on the forest paths.
He looks super cute on his bike...all proud of his newfound freedom.