At any given moment, I might walk outside to find him riding without hands, over ramps, or (if he thinks I can't see him), standing on his bike seat as he coasts down our neighborhood street.
It was only a matter of time, I suppose, before we ended up here:
Drew's so excited that we have a pretty incredible BMX track just minutes away from our house. He thinks this might just be his next big thing.
He's not so thrilled, on the other hand, about the caliber of cheerleaders in his corner.
I don't know who embarrassed him more, his little sister who toddled out to meet him on the track with her sticky granola bar smeared all over her face... or his mom who was snapping photos and ensuring that big old helmet was doing it's job to protect his noggin!