Actually, It's a TRIKE

Because we were travelling during Christmastime this year, we let the kids open their presents early at home. Among other things, the girls got trikes (Henry already had one).

After we got back home, we took some of their Christmas money and bought the three oldest kids bike helmets. Henry's looks like a dinosaur face. Georgia's is Barbie brand and is pink with hearts. Elise picked out a boy's helmet that is blue with dragons and medieval knights on it. I think they love the helmets more than their trikes. They wear them around the house.

Sometimes I accidentally refer to their recreational "vehicles" as bikes. Every time-- every f-ing time-- Elise pipes up and says, "Actually, it's a TRIKE." I finally told her she would be getting a pocket protector for Christmas next year. Nerd.

Elise picked up on pedaling really quickly. Georgia still doesn't get it. She puts her feet on the pedals but she can't figure out how to make the trike go. I've tried showing her and explaining it so many ways. Push down on the pedals one at a time. Act like you're walking while you sit down. Kick the pedals down. Down and around, down and around! She just doesn't get it. She will eventually. Until then, I'll be kicking the back of her trike the whole way down the street.