Up and Down

To my great relief, Felix can now climb down by himself off the bed and the couch (hopefully no more falling off anymore!). He scoots himself backwards on his tummy to the edge and then lowers himself down to the ground. Coming back up again is another matter, most furniture is too tall for him to climb. He just stands at the edge, one leg raised like a dog about to pee, and demands, "Pah! Pah!" (as in UP-pah).

Bikes and Tykes

I got Nicki a bicycle for Christmas and a couple of weekends ago, the weather allowed us to try it out. Nicki had also managed to scavenge a couple of kid seats for a song, so we were able to take them with us. Ella was surprisingly happy on the back of the bike, just taking in the sights and pointing things out to me as we passed them. The only part she dislikes is when I stand up and pedal to make it up a hill, or when I allow the bike to wobble a bit too much for her liking.



Felix loves the bike, but hates the helmet. Usually, once we get going, he forgets that he's wearing it as he smiles at all the things he sees. The seat he has is one of those front mounting seats, which the bicycle dealer says isn't available here because he wasn't sure if they've ever been approved by whoever approves bike safety here. It's perfectly stable and I was extra careful in making sure it was firmly mounted. But if we see a police officer, we try to look inconspicuous.

It may be not perfectly legal, but it's comfortable for Felix.



Sometimes a little too comfortable.