Tuesday, March 16, 2010

bike...



One day, we have to get her one. She was so mad when we put it back on the shelf that I had to leave the area and distract her with a ball.

I've called her "Speed Racer" before, but really. She is. I look at how others crawl and remember the days I would put her down, remember I hadn't shut the bathroom door (who wants their kid to crawl on that floor, or play with the toilet and garbage can in there!?) and I would have to RUN back to the bathroom (a good 15 yards away from where I put her) or she would beat me to it.

On this little bike, she didn't understand the petals, but she sure scooted her way around. Nick and I would have to race down the isle to catch her before she turned the corner without us.

1 comment:

TammeNBen said...

She is a little spitfire. Love it!