Day 5: Photos and a poem and perhaps Christian needs a haircut (see picture two, and check out those baby blues while you're at it)

Ode to the Three-Wheeled Bike on a Stick, as Written by an Almost-One-Year-Old

Oh three wheeled bike on a stick!
Where did you come from?
What great god brought you to me
letting me ride a bicycle with no effort at all
(because Mom pushes me from behind
shepherding me through life)?

Oh three wheeled bike on a stick!
Bringing me the illusion of freedom and control
making me feel so grown up
(even though Mom pushes me from behind
shepherding me through life).

Did Lance Armstrong have a three wheeled bike on a stick?
Did Fabian Cancellara?
Did their mothers walk behind them
shepherding them through life
until their boys became men?

Oh three wheeled bike on a stick!
You let me face the world head on
my hands on the handle bars steering
(while Mom pushes me from behind
shepherding me through life).

Until she sees it is safe to let go
and watch me ride away.