Thanks to Auntie Alison, Porter has a "new" bike. Words cannot express the love and adoration that he has for his bike. The screaming and tantrum that is involved when we put it away at night can. He is still learning to steer, but pedaling is no longer a problem. It's especially easy when he drags the bike to the top of the sloped driveway and free falls down into the street when we are not looking, screaming in delight the entire time and laughing as cars swerve to not hit him. Ok, he hasn't actually ran out in front of any cars, but I think that is every mother's nightmare. Needless to say, "bike time" has been cut very short and only when someone can keep a close eye on him. Watch out Lance Armstrong, Porter Ramsey is on his way.
