After only about 20 minutes - plenty of falls, and tears, but a firm refusal to give up - he got it!
I didn't bother to get out of pajamas today (hey, it is vacation!), so I just peeked out the window as he rode in front of the house, but he is VERY proud of himself and made me promise to get dressed so I could come out and watch him tomorrow.
Noah happily sped along with his training wheels intact, for the moment. I would wager that after watching older brother go without them for a while, he'll be raring to try it himself, too.
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This is what you get for trying to brag on your kids...
Noah, showing me his partially-eaten cookie: Mommy, this is one-fourth. Like on the pizza. (referring to a starfall.com game that teaches fractions)
Me, to F: Haha, did you hear that, he can do fractions at three. Noah, is that one-fourth?
Noah: No. It is one HORSE.
Oh. Hm. Well.
He continued in that same vein today as he showed me his half-eaten plate of food...
N: Look, Mommy! It is one half!
Me: Yes. What will it be next?
N: Then it will be one horse!
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|And this is the nun that was in my refrigerator.|