What a helpful lot you all are with various suggestions and links for trikes. Unfortunately, it's too late and substitutions have been made. Perhaps she will adapt to the bicycle with training wheels before long.
On the weekend, I was shocked to learn that Americans don't normally get a holiday on Good Friday. It's one of the statutory holidays up here, and schools and government workers also get Easter Monday off. It's hard for me to fathom that the most fervently religious country in the developed world disregards such a sacred day. I'll never understand you guys. But that's okay since I don't understand much, including myself.
There was a time when I was a boy that Sundays were close to being sacred in our home: to the point that even turning on the tv was problematic. Apparently, however, such zealotry never caught on in America ... or if it did, it stops at noon when football takes over. I am not saying that I have a problem with this as for me anything goes on Sunday, but I have difficulty understanding how football Sundays fit in with the prevalent religiosity. Then again, Sunday shopping was in vogue much earlier down there than up here. For us, it only opened up in the nineties after much wringing of holy hands.
I hope I am being clear that I am not judging: merely scratching my noggin ... which perhaps explains my baldness.
We've had a flu bug going around here, visiting hordes of people. Nikki Dee was sick for a few days last week, and Zachary was sick for on Monday. Yesterday, the germs visited Cuppa, and without going into the gruesome details, I don't think I've ever seen anyone as sick as that in my whole life. The worst of it lasted for about three continuous hours. I haven't been feeling too well this week, but I sure hope to avoid that. My goodness.