Just last summer, Connor didn't even like riding back there with me holding onto him. It was too fast and too rough. Not last night, apparently, because he was doing it all by himself. He's still enjoying his visit with Grandma and Grandpa at the lake, and this is how they spent late yesterday afternoon. Is it any wonder the kid is always ready to leave and never really wants to come home? He leads a pretty charmed life, our oldest.
And I can't believe that he's going to be five in a few short months. Life has a way of moving quickly sometimes, even when it doesn't always feel that way in the day to day. Little man keeps getting bigger and growing up on us. How long before he's flipping off backwards like his Uncle Brian used to?
Good summer fun.