3.15.12

I wish I had some photos to post. But unless I want to take pictures of Wyatt throwing a massive tantrum, or proof that he beats on his sister, I haven't got much to work with these days.
Today, Wyatt asked to ride his bike. We haven't been successful over the last 2 summers with this. We tried with a trike first. Then a bike with training wheels. He'd get on, make a half hearted attempt to push on the pedals then say, "I need a break."
Me: "You haven't even tried yet, you don't need a break. Just do one full pedal all the way around, then you can get off the bike."
Wyatt: "IDON'TWANNAPEDALIDON'TLIKEBIKINGMYPENISHURRRRRRRRTS!"
Yeah.
So then I thought, because I bought the bike 2nd hand and it's pretty beat up, maybe it IS hard to pedal. We took a quick trip to Walmart to get him a try a new bike there. The first bike had Lightening McQueen, I figured it had to be a hit. Wrong. Tears. Screaming. I talked him off the edge, and we found a smaller bike. Hot Wheels, again, I figured this might be enticing. Wrong again. More tears. Louder screaming. In fact, it turned into a full out flailing tantrum and I became that mom who carried her 40 pound kid out of store in a football hold. AWESOME.
Putting him to bed tonight, he apologized and said he wanted to try again. I'm not sure if he's capable of pedaling, or if his co-ordination isn't there. Hopefully we get it sorted out soon, he seems eager enough to try it, but it's no fun for anyone if he's that miserable.