Yesterday, I watched as Asher and our nextdoor neighbor Skogan made a bike jump/racing course, and it dawned on me-- I am no longer the mother of a baby or little boy. I have a son, a real live son, who makes bike jumps with his friends like any kid might. Unbelievable. I seriously couldn't stop laughing, but then I wanted to cry because this means I'm getting old and so is he.
building the ramp
assessing the course
...and the jump
6 comments:
Ok that's adorable! He's like a little man! I love it!
Oh my goodness! That is hilarious! Isn't it crazy to realize how fast they grow up?
Okay, I've never laughed so hard in my life!!! How creative!!!
I bet Kevin is so proud of his little guy!! Aren't boys so much fun!!
"You take your bike off of sweet jumps!? Cones, boards, air.....lucky."
I love that there are little orange cones around the jump. It's too crazy that the little tiny pool baby (remember that wetsuit?) in St. Louis turned into a little boy. Aack. Guess that will happen to me someday too. Somewhat scary.
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