Today is Harper's 2nd Birthday. I don't think she knows what that means. We keep telling her she is two and then when we ask her how old she is, she say "free."
Yesterday I rode Eliza to work so I could pick up the bike on my way home. I am really excited about this Skuut. Harper's cousin Jasper has one and he loves it. I must admit, I felt pretty cool riding with this big box hanging out behind me.
I was so excited I had to put it together last night. Pretty easy, just a few screws in a few places. I can only imagine this is the beginning of years to dread the 2 words "assembly required."
But 15 minutes and sore fingertips later, we have bike.
I have overambitious parent syndrome. I really wanted her to have her own bike and this one is the coolest. Harper, however is too small for it yet. I am more disappointed than she is. We gave it to her this morning, and she could barely touch the ground on her tippy toes. (We discussed saving it for Christmas, but I couldn't wait!) So I pushed her around the house a few times and she loved it. I think we can have some fun with it until she gets tall enough.