Strange Things Happen When The Sun Goes Down

Yesterday two tricycles arrived in the mail for Finn & Belle!  They're 'early' birthday presents from Nana & Pap Pap and couldn't have come at a better time.  The weather is perfect right now and the only place the twins want to be is outside in their wagon or blowing bubbles (very charmed life, indeed).

With the introduction of these little trikes comes the official end to my quest for parking both cars in our two car garage (shoot me if we ever become a three car family before there are three legitimate drivers in this household).

Next step, Tricycle Pronunciation and Physical Training School.  Right now they're called 'cycles' and only seem to work when Mommy pushes them . . .

Here's some photos of the new wheels (What?  You thought they'd be of the twins?  Haven't you seen enough of them already!?!):

For some reason, a wave of nostalgia convinced me this was not only possible, but also would be fun--in the end it just made me feel way, way, way too old.  I remember rockin' the Hot Wheels 3-Wheeler back in 'da day' at my Grandma's--that ride did not feel so . . . snug.

There were a few minutes when we thought an emergency run to Toys R Us would be necessary to replace one little boy's dream--crisis averted!