Just like that

Sunday afternoon, Isaac came up to me and told me that he wanted me to put the pedals on his bike. We have had this bike for a while and he has been riding it without pedals, learning how to balance and propel himself on it - doing fabulously! As soon as I had the pedals on, he was off! No help, NOTHING!

(sorry, I am a little loud... :) )

So that was yesterday, right? Yeah. Today, he decided that we needed to go for a bike ride. He insisted that I get my bike out (dusting it off - cough, cough) and we go bike riding together. After we took Chris and Jake to school, that's what we did. Got out the bikes, pumped up the tires, and headed out. I asked him where we were going and he said "Lisa's." Alrighty. A friend of mine that is about 8-10 blocks away. Hmm. Is he ready to go that far? 

After about a minute I realize that he is MORE than ready. We go to her house, visit for a minute then head back. As we are riding I tell him that I think he needs a bigger bike. His eyes light up. I tell him that I think I have one at home that might fit him... 

And this is what happened:

He has hardly gotten off this bike that he is barely big enough for... he has had some amazing crashes, a little bit of blood, bandaids and TONS of fun!

{By the way, when did this boy grow up???}