It seems that John and Maia learned to ride a bike at about the same age, five and a half. Here is John with his new bike, almost four years ago:
It's funny; he doesn't even look like that anymore. That's kind of a strange picture.
John got a new bike this weekend, and Maia, the way second children almost always do, got the hand-me-down. She had her heart set on a pink bike, maybe with flowers or princesses, and instead got a black one with red action lines. And used. So we bought a bunch of accessories to make it her bike. And now it is:
What, doesn't everybody go biking in a purple velvet dress and Sami jacket? What?