Mr 3 has been getting pretty big lately, “too big” if you believe him. Throughout the day he can be heard declaring himself simply too big for numerous activities. Normally he forgets his gigantic status soon enough and happily bathes/jumps on the trampoline/gets the mail/falls asleep/eats eggs.
It all started though with him being too big for the pram. The double pram I purchased especially to fit him and Baby G in. Together. I was of the belief that his slightly 13.5 kg frame fitted in just fine. Apparently it doesn’t. Just ask him. He will tell you. Repeatedly. Until you agree or take yourself out of earshot.
Initially him being too big for the pram wasn’t an issue, he could just walk. It became an issue though one morning as we made a mad dash to catch the 9:51 train in the rain with Mr 3 adamant he was going to get out and walk. He also did a fair bit of wailing. And so I decided Mr 3 needed a new set of wheels. He did, afterall, have a point. He is now 3.
His bike was out of the question though; there is a hill from our house to the main street and I’m not keen to carry him and his bike up it while pushing the pram and dragging an overweight Labrador along too. Nevermind the fact he can barely push the bike pedals. A balance bike would be much better with no pedals to push, execpt for the hill. Not going to happen.
And then, I stumbled across this.
It has been a massive hit. Mr 3 likes it because it’s a scooter. I like it because it attaches to the pram. On his first trip down to the shops on it Mr 3′s wails were replaced with ”Thanks Mum”. About every two minutes.
In just weeks he has turned pro-scooter boy jumping each time we hit a bump, riding one handed, riding sitting down and – his best party trick – riding backwards. Admittedly it hasn’t all been smooth sailing, there has been one tumble from the scooter (not mechanical I might add, his fault, he jumped off while it was moving) and a couple of close calls (again, of his own doing).
“Thanks Mum” however is now a distant sentiment, replaced by “Faster Mum, faster” as he rocks back and forth trying to gain momentum. Mr G sprinting him down the road on the scooter might have something to do with this need for speed. Thanks for that Mr G.
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