The bike.

I haven't gotten many good photos of Sam lately, largely because he has figured out that when I pull out the phone or camera he can see pictures of himself on it. Here's how it goes down: Sam does something cute. Typical. I pull out the camera. Sam stops doing something cute and runs straight for me to see his picture on the camera. I snap off a quick shot that ends up being a super close-up of his shoulder. Sam cries because he doesn't like the picture of his shoulder. I try taking another one by telling him to stand still while I back up quickly and stealthily, like a reverse ninja. Sam is still crying, either still upset about the botched shoulder shot or because I'm walking away. I take a photo of Sam crying. Everyone forgets what he was doing that was so darn cute anyway. Ah, memories.

Case in point.


Looking back through the photo archives, I see I never posted follow-up shots of Sam riding his new tricycle. He rides proudly, if not expertly.



 
Edited to add: You know, we don't make him wear the helmet, right? I mean, I'm safety conscious to be sure, but I don't see us investing in a helmet yet. The helmet is a hand-me-down from a wonderful neighbor, and Sam loves it.