Avery is becoming a little girl, I’m afraid. Lately she doesn’t look like a baby to me anymore. And the fact that she is talking more solidifies the end of her babyhood. Its fun but sad at the same time. She is still being a good little mama to Tasha. Tasha still wears a helmet though, just in case.
Tasha doesn’t squirm around when she gets her diaper changed. Must be nice, Avery! Gotta get it just right! We’ve been doing family bike rides a lot lately. Avery hears the words, “bike ride” and she starts waving her arms around saying, “riiiiiiiidddddde????” Here’s our little corner of the earth. This is the road in front of our house.Speedy Gonzales with no training wheels! Peek!
Dylan LOVES to do this with his legs. And it cracks Eric and I up every time he does it. Tonight at the campfire, he was telling Ingrid about how he does that on his bike. She asked him why he does it and he said, “because I’m so happy!” Pit stop! (Dylan wiped out and was mad at his bike – so he walked away from it. That’ll teach it!)
Ahhhh, tea. Me loves a good mug o tea. Dylan is goofing around making me laugh. Guess he’s good for that.
Well, that’s it for tonight. Time to prepare my breakfast and get to bed. I’ve got an early morning rendezvous with my treadmill!