When I say “tricycle”, of course I mean “mail car” as that is what Ethan calls it. Our next door neighbors lent us their tricycle for a while since their girls have graduated to bikes. Ethan absolutely loves it. He refuses to actually put his feet on the pedals…that is of no interest to him whatsoever right now and I’m not sure that he fully understands how to do it. At any rate, he walks the streets to find “mail” and puts it in the back basket thing. While he does that, I jump rope or do some other form of exercise while Micah hangs out in his stroller…usually falling asleep at some point.