This boy is four now. To me, that is just nuts.. it was just yesterday that he was my little baby. Right?
This boy is a dare devil.
This boy likes to glide his run bike down the driveway in the pouring rain, and splash in the puddles at the bottom.
This boy has his mom standing at the bottom of the driveway (in the pouring rain) to make sure he doesn't glide right onto the road.
This boy got a bike with training wheels for his birthday.. but still likes to pull this one out of the garage so he can just ..gliiiiide.
This boy was soaked.
This boy has dimples.. that can scare me to death and melt my heart in the same instant..
This boy is trouble.
This boy, at the age of four.. has me scared to death (see a recurring theme here?) of the the stunts he is going to pull when he is a teenager.. since he will likely grow up to love motorized toys as much as his daddy.
This boy keeps me on my toes.
This boy can glide on his run bike all he wants.. cause it means that he is indeed still only four.