Frankie was busy "baking a cake for Liv." He put quite a bit of work into it. The ingredients were: flour, corn meal, cheese, salami, spaghetti sauce. coleslaw and smashed olives. Once it was mixed, he poured milk on top. He tried it, said it was "very good," decided I should eat it, and then seemed a little offended that I didn't jump at the chance to do so. Honestly if I had been desperate for food, it would not have been difficult to eat, but given how much of it dropped on the floor in the process of making it, I really would have needed to be desperate...plus olives are gross.
Frankie is also determined to learn to ride his bike without training wheels. He doesn't have it quite down, but it's fun to watch him work on it. Each kid has been so different in their approach. Elena was self-taught in 15 minutes around age 6 (or maybe it was 8?) and no amount of coaxing could convince her to try sooner. Sam picked it up in an afternoon at my parents' house at age 3. Charlie was similar, but at age 4 - once he was told to watch the road and not his feet, it didn't take long.
I don't know how long it will take Frankie, but he sure does have the right attitude. As he tried last night, he gave himself a little pep-talk before every attempt. "I can DO this! I know I can do this!" Here's a little sample:
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