Last summer, Martin started asking us for a bike.  I kept telling him that he's too small and when he's four he'll probably be big enough for a bike.  This logic held up pretty well until last week when Martin's friend Jordan pedaled by our house.  I had no idea that they made bikes that were so small.  Since then, everyday has started and ended with discussions about bikes.  So, of course, I caved.

We spent much of yesterday in the driveway testing out the new bike.  We had a few crashes, he needed a few boosts, and lots of reminders to "push forward, not backward".  I bet by the end of the weekend he'll be an old pro.  Then I'll have to figure out some way to put a safety gate at the end of the driveway to keep him from racing into the street.