Last night we went to Ross' cousin Steven's house. He and his wife, Anne Marie, generously let us borrow a tricycle for Quinn. The absolute second we put it in the car (not mine, mind you, mine still doesn't work) he was shouting "My Bike, My Bike!!" and wanted to ride it right then. It was a little late yesterday, but today we went outside and gave it a whirl.
Well, it went ok. He doesn't quite get the concept of feet on pedals, so he was just walking the bike around...hence the Flintstones reference. If Fred Flintstone had a trike, that would be how he would ride it. Now, riding it like that, in the Florida heat in the middle of the afternoon, will not leave you clean and dry. Needless to say, Quinn was a sweaty little boy by the end of his "ride". See the transformation.
Starting out, he was all smiles and excitedness. Notice how clean and fresh he looks.
After going up and down the road for a little while. He's definitely looking a little more worn out.
He is done. Sweaty, stinky, but satisfied boy!
For the sprinkler portion of the program...
Steven set up a sprinkler for Quinn and Josiah to play in last night, and they had a blast. Quinn had never played in a sprinkler before, and he was a bit wary at first. But once he saw Josiah going for it, he did too! Although he never would jump over the actual sprinkler.
Josiah showing Quinn how its done!
They started running through the screened patio, in one door, out the other, through the sprinkler and around again. But for some reason, Quinn decided to go through the doggy door. Whatever floats your boat son.
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