But, wait. Now, she is 8 years and 1 day old, and the training wheels are no more!
She rode all around the campground the first night we got there and was out first thing in the morning riding some more. David took off her training wheels, ran beside her for three or four laps around the area we were camping in, and then she was riding by herself. She had SO. MUCH. FUN. riding that bike all over the camp! She was pretty good at knowing where she was in relation to our campsite, and she would take Naomi around too so that they weren't stuck riding with Joel the entire weekend. She has issues with feeling like she isn't good at anything, I'm sure thanks in large part to her somewhat hypercritical mother, so it was great for her to really feel like she was excelling at something. Her face was a permagrin as long as she was riding around.
But now all I hear is "Can I go ride my bike?".
