Carolina actually fits on the first bike we ever bought for Juliana. Most of the time she wanted to walk it like it was a horse, but she decided eventually that she wanted Daddy to push her on it also.

At one point this evening she pointed to the rectangular reflector underneath the seat and asked, "Mama, is that my tv?" This is not a question I would have ever asked my mom in the year 1975 when I was learning to ride mine. It actually kind of made me sad.

Birch has been working with Holt to get the training wheels off of his bike. He pedals just fine until he knows that Birch has let go, and then he stops pedaling and puts his feet straight out to the side. We did seem to make some progress tonight.

Here's a head to head summit meeting about continuing to pedal.

And, finally, a close-up of Mouse, who always always wants her picture taken.