Henry, with his stellar bed head, loves his little sister very much. He is incredibly affectionate with her, not to mention, he is tolerant beyond expectation of her feisty spirit (read: she likes to pick on him).
"Don't your forget who wears the pants in this relationship!" She warns.
Yes. That sounds about right.
As of late, we're still enjoying playing outside with friends.
"What's up, doc?"
After Eliza's broken arm, both kids were reluctant to return to their bikes. After voicing my concern over the dust collection on said bicycles (read: "If you're not going to use them, how about we give them to some children who will?), we made it around our circle as a family. It wasn't long until my shadowing services were no longer needed.
Henry hasn't wanted to stop riding since.
Andrew has his own definition of what it means to really take a bike ride.
The problem was, the vehicle he had his sights set on wasn't ready yet. AS AWESOME AS IT WAS (feel the sarcasm, embrace the sarcasm) to take him to and from work everyday in the interim, we jumped at the chance to borrow my super cool, awesome in every way, studly, quick witted, handsome brother Mark's motorcycle.
And finally, after days that felt like YEARS to my poor husband... the 4 runner was his.
Thanks again, Mark.
I was happily proven wrong. That sweet boy sang his heart out. He knew the words to each song well and was full of enthusiasm. Watching both Eliza and Henry do their best was a lot of fun, for lack of a better word. My emotional Mom heart was soaring high in happy heart heaven. As I teach Primary, I was up in the stands too. I had a prime view of Andrew's huge smile and his parent's faces too. Thank you Nanna and Bubba for coming.We had lunch at our house after followed by a great visit outside. We love you!