A couple months ago, a friend of mine brought over a ton of little boy stuff that her son outgrew - toys, clothes. She cleaned house to prepare for baby #3, a little girl. One of the toys she gave Henry was a rocking Harley Davidson. It's adorable. But, it sat alone, for several months. Henry would play with it - which would consist of pulling himself up and chewing on the handle bars, but that was about it. Then this weekend, he taught himself how to get on and ride. He stands on the edge of the base and swings his leg over. Then he holds on like he's riding a crotch rocket. He'll even pose and throw me a few of his inside-out smiles. Grandpa Holzapfel will be proud when he sees this.
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