When we left on a bike ride this evening, we had no idea it would be a life changing event for a certain 5 year old boy. Half way through our ride, one of his training wheels broke off. I was taking up the rear, and quietly picked up the training wheel. Drew had no idea it was gone! Once we got home he insisted that it was time to take the other wheel off.

And away he went. Just like that. Even with his shoes on the wrong feet.

He quickly figured out that grass was the safest place to crash.

After a few runs up and down the block, he hopped off his bike and started jumping, cheering, and dancing.

This is Drew’s sign language for “no more training wheels.”

He was on cloud nine million, SO proud of himself and wouldn’t stop doing the “I am awesome” dance.

The faster he went, the happier he was.

His first successful turn, right into the garage. Could this little boy BE any happier?

We called it a night, but had to promise another bike ride in the morning. Congrats Drew, that was totally WICKED!!!