BB is Mobile!

And lucky for us, he seems to have inherited his parents' love of bike-riding.

We went riding on Friday... riding on Saturday... riding on Sunday.

BB would have slept in his helmet if we'd let him.

On Friday, he was still a little unsure. Little fingers gripped the back of my jacket anxiously.
But by Sunday, I was pedalling along furiously to the supportive chant: Allez, maman!