Tim and I had really good intentions of teaching Max how to ride a bike since he was about 3 years old. I guess time just got away from us. As a result of Max literally riding the training wheels off his bike he learned to officially ride like a big boy. I'd like to think that his two brothers are shortly behind him, but last time I checked they are still running down the sidewalk pushing their Fred Flinestone bubble cars with their crocs on the wrong feet. I think Jacqualynn Grace will ride a bike before Alexander and Barrett. . . .After all, yesterday she was teaching them how to ride a tricycle. :) Max was a little cautious about this whole bike riding business at first, but it didn't take long and he was cruising across the parking lot with his worry wart father right in tow. It wouldn't be a smashing experience unless the kiddos could convince mom to take a spin on the bike as well. Crazy Mom! Two thumbs up for Max and Way to go Mom!