BabyMoo's at that stage where he is revelling in his new found independence and mobility. At almost 18 months, he no longer waddles much, unless he's struggling to stay awake because he still wants to play - when he really would be better off asleep. He breaks into a happy run, bulldozing everything and everyone in his path.
Independence and mobility. Cause and effect.
Lately, he's been fascinated with bicycles.
His ride-on cars are parked at the corner of the room, neglected, because perhaps he's realised that they don't really meet the danger factor now. I suppose the sense of being in control just by manipulating the handle bars is the main appeal. Most boys never grow out of it: the thrill of the two wheeler and submitting to its charm till they're old and grey.
I actually thought of getting a balance bike for him, but since his nephew has an almost brand new tricycle that he has outgrown, I figured I will wait till he's slightly older to get him one. His feet aren't able to pedal effectively as yet, but he absolutely loves 'feeling' that he's riding on it. Poor Granny has to push him discreetly from the back... because he doesn't like to know that he's being pushed, but gets frustrated when the bicycle doesn't move!
So we decided that since he's going to be riding in the outdoors, we'd best get him protective gear. I explained to him that he has to wear these for his own safety, especially when he's on rough ground. BabyMoo hates to wear any form of headgear from the time he was a newborn till now, but he was more than happy to get geared up to ride his tricycle!
"Mummeh!! I said I wanted a MOTORBIKE, not a Tricycle!!"
So there he is, all suited up for the ride.
My little boy-baby is growing up.
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