Rides his bike without training wheels. Seriously. Two weeks ago, Mike just took him outside and said we are going to take these training wheels off. THAT SAME DAY (or minute), he just rode his bike in the street. No practicing over and over again. Down the driveway. No crying. He just knew how to do it. Huh?
Tells everyone around him that “You are fired!” (It’s almost like we watch The Apprentice reruns, but we don’t.)
Has growing pains in his legs (definitely like me). He’s in our room at night a lot with screams that his legs are hurting. He’s also obsessed with the wall in the kitchen that marks how tall he is.
Knows and sings the “rated” lyrics to the Fun. song Some Nights. Courtesy of Papa T.
Gets two goals in one game at his last soccer match.
Wants a boat parked in the Dana Point Harbor.
Pic: Rich Lander, CHARD Photography (thank you, yet again!)
