Brad has been trying to convince Preston to learn to ride his bike without training wheels since last summer. Preston has been very adamant that he will learn later. Later. Later. Later.
Well it was finally later!
Brad and Preston headed outside and pulled the training wheels off his bike and got started.
Preston was a little nervous. Heck I was a little nervous.
I hung back and let my boys do their thing and just took pictures and tried to keep Olivia in the shade.
By the way holding the little miss with one hand and taking pictures with one hand with my good camera, it's work!
Preston got the hang of it so fast. I couldn't believe it. With how reluctant he had been to learn I thought it would take a while to teach him. It was the complete opposite. I'm thinking Preston knew just what he was doing in telling us he wanted to wait to learn!
Less than an hour after taking his training wheels off he was riding down the street and back. And not slow either!
He had Aunt Jen chasing after him!
Oh yes, Aunt Jen got twice the bang for her visit. She met Miss Olivia. And watched Preston learn to ride on two wheels!
He had a little bit of a hard time with turning so he liked riding up and down the street the most. Riding straight also meant riding faster. The boy has a need for speed!
But he got the hang of turning the more he tried! Before long he was riding in circles around the culdesac.
Just like when he first learned to ride his bike he had a little bit of a hard time getting the bike going. He wants the pedals to be in a certain place when he gets going, not just wherever they ended up when he stopped last. But he got better and better the longer we were outside.
He did fall once. Brad had pulled his bike out to show Preston how you can move the pedals to get them to the starting position you want and how to start from any position. Plus I think he just wanted to ride too! And he's been wanting to ride with Preston on two wheels since Brad got his bike last summer! They rode to the end of our culdesac and Preston fell. I heard him start screaming. And I waited. Waited to see if it was more bark than bite. A few minutes later both my boys came riding back to our house. Preston was completely fine, not a scratch on him. And he got right back on his bike!
I'm so proud of my big boy!
I remember my Dad teaching me how to ride my bike on just two wheels (I was much older than Preston!) and I hope that this will be one of those moments that Preston remembers when he gets older!