BIKER GANG

A couple days ago, I asked Tobin why he hadn't been trying to learn to ride his bike (now that Blane had). I didn't really get an answer, but a few minutes later he was outside, dragging his bike out of the garage.

He mounted his bike at the top of the driveway, and half-coasted, half rode his bike down to the sidewalk. It wasn't far mind you, but he balanced the whole way, which was huge. Next I helped stabilize him to get him going - and off he went! He just started riding his bike like he'd been doing it...well, for at least a day or two.

So Blane took it from there, helping to explain how to do this and how to do that. It was neat to see Blane getting into the role of teaching his younger brother. Then Blane came running into the house shouting that Tobin was hurt "real bad".

We ran out to find Tobin whimpering, with bloody hands and face. It turns out he had tried to turn really hard, fell, and took the end of his handle bars to the eyebrow. Of course it bled like mad, so he looked pretty bad. But a butterfly bandage and some Motrin and he was back out there practicing again.

He's been wearing a butterfly bandage across his entire eyebrow all weekend long. I think he's proud of his battle wound - and that he's now part of a the Santilli Biker Gang.