So Cole decided that he didn't want to be the only memeber of the neighborhood posse that couldn't ride a bike, so he decided to teach himself. I tried to help him and he said "don't help me mom." I was talking to a friend outside and all of a sudden, here comes Cole, riding his bike. He taught himself how to start and ride in about 1/2 hour. My sister said that it shouldn't suprise me because he is such a stubborn, independant little fart, but he is only 3 1/2. Now he thinks there are no boundries and that he can go anywhere that little bike will take him.
I can't believe he is riding a bike. It seems like yesterday that Noah learned. How time flies!!!