Have Training Wheels, Will Pedal

I've graduated from two wheels to four. Yep, my Strider balance bike has been upgraded to a REAL, two-wheeled bicycle--with training wheels.

2 + 2 = 4, right?

This pedaling thing is tricky, and I find I have to concentrate on moving my feet. When I look down too much, Dad calls out to look where I am going. I've only fallen once--luckily I was wearing jeans, so I didn't skin my knee too badly.

I really like the press-my-feet-backward brakes. I'm leaving skid marks all over our pink concrete.

I got the bike Earth Day weekend, when my Nannie and Papaw were visiting, at the grand opening of the ReCyclery here in PT. It's like the Maritime Center for bikes instead of boats.

Most of the second-hand bikes for sale were too big for me, but this one was just right. Papaw and I oiled the chain, but the rear wheel was flat, so I had to wait a few days for the ReCyclery staff to fix it up before we could pick it up. I asked about it every day. Mom said I had to be patient. She says that a lot.

My dad put on the training wheels last weekend and off I went. He and I are going to take off the stickers and paint it red and black. Won't that look cool?

You can watch me cruise along for 23 seconds in this video my mom shot yesterday. Whee!

I'm All Boy and I Can Drive a Tractor, Too

I still have many years to go until I can get my driver's license, but until then, I can practice on my grandparents' tractor.

This John Deere lawnmower is so old, my Papaw says he can't buy parts for it anymore. But it has a trailer and a water bottle holder and three speeds and reverse. It's cool!!

And they have a BIG yard. I don't know how they keep it all mowed without my help.

Several times today, Papaw told my mom that I'm "all boy," which seems pretty obvious to me. I mean, I'm not half dinosaur or one-quarter dog or part girl. Nope, I'm all me, and that's all boy!

Auntie Jill took this 38-second video of me steering the tractor BY MYSELF. You'll see Papaw signaling "no hands" to show I have total control of the steering wheel. We're towing my little car to the garage. A tractor-boy's work is never done.

P.S. I tagged this post "cars" and "motorcycle," because a tractor's a little bit of both!