Parking Lot
Our little backyard has become a veritable parking lot.
See.
And that means ONE thing. We are constantly OUTDOORS.
STUNTING. {New this week.}
And his new RESTING position. "I take a break, Mommy!" {Okay, kid. You are peddling 90-to-nothin' so you deserve a break today. I'm good like that.}
And BRAKING. {No brakes on this bike so his feet do the trick.}
And SMELLING.
And CHEESING.
And BUMPING along.
And of course, SMILING.