Sunday evening Mr went to a baseball game with my father-in-law and B and I took the world’s loooongest walk around the neighborhood.
B really, really wanted to go to the library (unfortunately it closes at 5pm on Sundays so we were out of luck.) B doesn’t just ride his bike. He practices his crashes, he stops for gas, he stops to check the tires, he crashes and then checks the tires… and my favorite, he stops to pick “wishes” (dandelions) so we can blow them into the wind.
I gotta tell you, that’s pretty freakin’ cute.