Rudolph the Red Nosed Rider

Toby had another fall today. He as SO excited to get outside that he ran face first into the driveway.   Ifonly he hadn’t opened his mouth to cry about it halfway down, he could have avoided filling his mouth with dirt, but I guess that’s the thing to do when the world betrays you by placing uneven ground beneath your eager feet. Poor little guy has scrapes on his forehead and a chaffed nose.  He really DOES deserve his new nickname, Rudolph.  But luckily, Dad saved the day by bringing his tricycle around the corner and he soon forgot about he fact that he had a scraped up nose and a mouth full of gravel.  He LOVES his tricycle.

I know – he’s only 12 months old - -but he has this awesome tricycle given to him by his cousin Nicole that comes with a pole sticking straight up the back which allows him to be pushed on it.  Am I worried he’s going to fall off?  HA!!!  No way-   if he approaches anything else in life with the same determination that he uses to hold onto those handle bars this kid is going to go far.

I’ll post a few photos so you can see just how seriously he takes this new sport.  IN fact he’s SO serious about “trike-riding” that we weren’t totally sure he liked it at first.  (See facial expression #1) That is, until we said “All Done”.   He started to cry.  So we walked around the driveway a little bit more and tried to lift him off.  No way.  Full blown hissy fit.  So we decided to walk him down the street.

Keep in mind where we live.  “Walking down the street” is no small feat.  It was a lengthy walk.  And Rob and I were sure tuckered out by the end.  And you would think the kid who has never sat still long enough to enjoy page 2 of any book would have become maybe MILDLY tired of this activity?  No such luck.

We finally resorted to parking the tricycle in the corner of the garage, facing a nice concrete, grey wall.  With Toby still on it.

It took him 5 minutes before he willingly got off.

I hope he doesn’t discover motor cross until he’s at least 2 and a half.