They're off!

So after two months of Zach begging me to take his training wheels off so he could "kick dust like his brother" I finally had Eli do it. Both of us were sure he'd be putting them right back on since he is only three, but to our surprise the little fart took right off. There was no fear! At least from him. We just watch him tear down the street and whip around like it was nobody's business, just waiting for him to wipe out on the turn. It took him a few minutes to figure out how to get on by himself but by the next afternoon he looked like he had been riding without the training wheels forever. He is such a fearless kid. Now the biggest problem we have is that he thinks everyday he is in the x games. He wiggles his bike back and forth and him and Tyler built a jump on our sidewalk out of a log and a piece of plywood. He just can't seem to get enough air. So they build it as high as it will go, and now he thinks it's a good idea to try and kick his legs out from behind him as soon as he's airborn. Somehow, he has managed to get them back down before he lands and hasn't crashed yet. I know it's coming...the gravel in the chin, the compound fracture to the forearm. He is just happy that he can do huge jumps and ride his bike in the empty lot across the street without getting high centered on his training wheels anymore...and oh yeah...now he can go super SPEED!