|Three Wheeling in Our Back Yard|
Seth is only two and a half. He is a handful at times, but he is so funny. Last night, he'd just had his diaper changed and he climped into my lap, looked me right in the eyes and said, "Neenaw! That was rank!"
This morning he asked me to take that red motorcycle rider off the red fourwheeler in the background. As soon as I handed the man to him, Seth threw him as hard as he could and watched as he tumpled all the way to the end of the wooden deck. When the man finally came to a stop, Seth ran out and picked him up. Peering seriously into the plastic man's face, he asked, "Are you okay?"
My beautiful yard has toys strung out all over it. Squirrels scamper around the tricycles trying to figure out if anything on them is edible and if they are here to stay.
But that's okay. In the blink of an eye, the toys will be replaced with different interests.
In time, he'll find his friends much more interesting than Neenaw, so I'm going to enjoy this as fully and as long as possible.