Four years ago I published a post entitled, "I am just not ready for this..." when my eldest (then five-years-old) rode a bike without training wheels for the first time. I re-read the post and almost didn't recognize myself. You guys? Why didn't anyone tell me how psycho over-protective and cray-cray I really was back then?

Although I'm sure it was a very monumental day when my middle child rode a bike, there's no photographic evidence of her on that day. I need to make sure she has enough to talk about with her therapist regarding the middle-child-syndrome. I did take a pic of her re-learning how to ride a bike after a brutal winter. That counts for something, no?

One of the best things about being the third child is that you have an instant cheering section. "Go, Feenie, go!" four voices encouraged her. Jay and Lola offered her support when she fell off. "That won't be the first time. "  "You just got to get back on."  "Trust me, it's so much fun!" "You can do it, Feenie!!!"

With so many people supporting her, she was off in no time.

The handsome hubs ran about nine miles that first day and another nineteen the next day.  Feenie was hooked on bike riding. "This is our last child, right? he joked. "I don't know if I can do this again!"

Everyone was in on the action documenting our littlest family member's first time riding without training wheels.

We are ready for family bike rides this season. A childhood pastime I fondly remember and have been looking forward to re-creating with my own family of five. Does anyone want a gently used (by three children) baby bike carrier? Because I am so ready to give it away.