For the past few days, Drew has been basking in the glory of a new house with a front AND back yard, sidewalk and tree lined streets, dirt piles waiting to be landscaped, landscaping to "help" with and a multitude of other new things to discover. As he rides his bike around the block at ever increasing speeds, exulting in his torment of fenced in neighborhood dogs, he looks (and sounds) ever bit the part of a Little Rascal. When he careens to the park, taking turns that make training wheels a mute point and meets up with a crowd of preschoolers to play with, I half expect him to start talking like Spanky. Then suddenly, he tilts his head back and sings, "Its a sunny day and it is warm! I'm riding my bike and we're going to the park." He turns and says, "Oh Mommy! Isn't it a pewrfect summer day to ride my bike to the park?" Wholesome goodness that falls nothing short of Sesame Street! Of course, then it becomes necessary to rub ample amounts of dirt on his body and into his hair in order to insure a bath in his gigantic clawfoot tub. There he can splash and make waves while he tells serious tales about the day's, "Abentures".
His tractors have some serious landscaping work on their hands!
He's convinced (and won't take no for an answer) that this tree has been struck by lightening.
He watched Daddy build this swing for the backyard. He kept telling us, "I get a swing all my own self!"
Look out Columbus!
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