Last night Lance took the training wheels off Rowan's bike and we headed over to the park to let her ride on the huge area of soccer fields. It was a bit frustrating for all of us, but after about 20 minutes, she was able to at least ride a little bit without us holding on. This morning I took her out in front of the house and, after more frustration, she started to catch on. She can go probably 100 yards or so down the sidewalk before she gets scared and either bails into the grass or actually stops herself. She is so proud of herself! And I'm super proud of her, too!
Not to be outdone, Tate, who has been struggling with the concept of peddling, decided to show off his newfound mad tricycle skills. Love his look of concentration!