My Little Biker Chick

Blythe began biking today.  We got Brandt a bigger bike several months ago, and today Blythe began using his older, smaller one.  She did really well.  She bikes.  In fact, she rode past a couple of neighbors and called out, "I'm a bike rider!"  She even had her first crash--coming around a corner too fast and going over.  She had a cry but then got right back on and kept riding.  We have a biker chick.

Brandt is checking Blythe's head for cracks after her crash.  

He didn't find any.

Our smaller bike rider and her brother who is offering lots of tips.

As we sat outside watching the children go up and down the street (what I have been doing all week long), Heidi, Simon, and Jack Tanner came walking by.  It was too quiet on their street.  Brandt pulled out a sledge hammer and he and Simon and Jack whacked away at one of my decorative rocks.  Is there a boy anywhere who can resist a sledge hammer and destruction?  

Simon smashing.

Jack and Brandt smashing by throwing. 

Pictures of Jack (above) and Simon (below) taken by Blythe. 

I Googled "biker chick" hoping to find a picture of a chick (baby chicken) on a bike.  Instead I found a whole lot of pictures of scantily clad, heavily tattooed women on motorcycles.  Not quite the thing to put at the top of a post about our sweet daughter learning to ride a bicycle.  If, however, one Googles "chicken on bicycle," there is a whole different sort of picture that comes up.  It's all in the way you ask the question.

hen on a bicycle

"biker chick"