We are driving in the car today and I look down and just start to giggle. This is my big strong husband next to my almost 12 year old son that apparently has the arms of a 2 year old. I love my skinny little Lukie.
We have quite the fascination with our big brothers' hats. If only I could figure out how to grab it.
We spent the afternoon at Trafalga the other day. We played miniature golf, we practiced at the batting cages, we cried over the frustration of the batting cages, we watched a 3D movie, we ate ice cream and we rode go-karts. I tell you what - the legal age limit for Luke to drive will not be until that kid has moved out of my house and off of my insurance. Talk about a maniacal speed demon. Brake pedal? What is that for?
They even let Colby drive. He had to stretch to reach the gas or brake and could barely see over the dash. Good thing the track was lined with rubber tires that you just bounce right off of every time you get a little loose on the turns.
I love the warm weather because it means my sweet little boys sleep in their undies. I just love my little naked nudies.
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