And away he goes...

This was Daddy and Brother a few days ago trying the two wheel bike without training wheels for the first time.

Yesterday Brother took off and rode around the block. I wish I had had a video camera with me because I haven't laughed so hard in quite a while. I think he was as surprised as we were as Daddy let go and he just kept going. After 50 feet or so, he put on the brakes jumped off the bike and proceeded to do a dance in the middle of the street that can't be adequately described in words. He was wearing spider man underoos (boxer briefs with matching tight t-shirt), his lanky limbs would alternately flail, tighten and jerk around - while he pointed in the air with two little velociraptor-like fingers. He did a lot of tip-toe running and prancing around... then he'd hoop and holler, laugh uncontrollably, sing a chant about riding a two-wheeler, and run back to his bike with his helmet-clad head bobbing on his skinny neck. He'd then repeat the whole riding and dancing routine again in about 50 feet. We finally made it around the block and came back inside so that he could start calling relatives to share the news.

The feeling of seeing your little child so proud of himself is wonderful. That's what I want for him in life - to always feel so good about himself that he will stop what he's doing and celebrate in his underwear for all the world to see not caring what anyone thinks of his dance moves.

My husband commented that some of his moves were obviously genetic. We all know who's side of the family they came from.