Airstrike

Cason has been riding his tiny little tricycle around. I don't know what it is with us and making our kids ride bikes that are far too small for them, for far too long. Actually, I'm sure it has something to do with me being in denial about how big they are getting.

Well, we decided to get Cason his first real bike for Christmas. We found one we thought he'd love, the Airstrike, ha. It looks like a fighter jet, with the shark teeth painted on and all, and so of course we ordered it. It came yesterday, and obviously I made Jess put it together last night.

We decided to give it to him early, since it's so nice out AND Jess will have 2 weeks off for Christmas, once this week is over. That way Cason can practice riding it the next few days and we can go on lots of family rides during the vacation. SO...Jess came home for lunch today, and we unveiled it. His reaction was so cute.

Behold:


Obviously I made him pose for his "first big boy bike" pic.
They did laps around the driveway together, and Cason was SO happy.
He's also an expert rider, instantly. Although he likes to fake crashing once in a while, for fun. But he wouldn't be Cason without some dramatic crashes.

He kept telling me how he has the "most awesome bike ever". After a while he noticed a little warning sticker on it, that tells you not to ride at night, and all of that. He goes "Mama, this says: CASON. You are enough old." Haha, so cute. I guess he feels pretty grown up now.

Neely was looking sleepy in her stroller, so we went for a walk, with the older kids on the bikes of course. On our way back Cason was riding pretty fast, leaning forward like he was in a race. I got this picture of him, and noticed he's totally checking out how cool he looks in his shadow. :)