We just moved from our little condo in Arlington, VA, to a rambler in Silver Spring, MD. It's been months of selling our old place, finding a new one, dealing with the snakes' nest of pure evil that is the membership of the National Association of Realtors™, and moving all our possessions. For Isabel, all of this means only one thing: that bike we told her we didn't have space for? There are no more excuses.
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| Bike Mechanic Daddy puts together the Rallye "2-Cute" 16-inch bicycle. Isabel is visibly excited to learn that the horizontal dropouts mean a fixed-gear conversion will be easy once she's ready to get serious. Training wheels today, trackstands tomorrow. |
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| Still sporting facepaint from what was evidently a Braveheart-themed birthday party earlier in the day, Isabel takes her first spin down the street. "Freedom!" |
Labels: Mel Gibson, Urban Velo for Preschoolers
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| I've talked to Isabel a thousand times about her posture when she's flying small aircraft. At the Udvar-Hazy Annex. |
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| Bobby simply won't put the Blackberry away, even at dinner. |
Labels: Cessna, Crackberry, Miss Manners
