We opted to remove Sierra’s training wheels from her bike today. She got pretty frustrated at first - in fact, on her very first run she fell and threw a fit so we had to take a time-out and eat dinner before giving it another go - but she finally started to get the hang of it. She’s actually pretty good once she gets going, but she had a hard time with pushing herself off initially to get the momentum to go. Then, once she started getting enough momentum, she couldn’t keep both feet on the pedals. She’s goofy, but I’m so proud of her.

This, for me, was truly one of those “passing the torch” kind of moments. I was about 5 or 6 when I started riding without training wheels. My aunt, Jacqueline, taught me. (I say that she’s the one who taught me because I seem to remember her being the last one to push me before I could go without falling.) Anyway, it just made me really happy to see her try so hard. She kept saying, “I know I can do this!” So cute. We’ll practice more tomorrow; I can’t wait to race her! :D

Sierra and Dean