This
boy runs to our front door and bangs until we let him out. I love this
age and getting to play outside with him. I am just constantly on pins and needles
waiting for the falls, scrapes, bumps and bruises. So far, so good, but I
know Noah isn’t
invisible and bandaids will come out of the cabinet to cover up his war wounds. For now, I will be the mom constantly walking behind him ready to
reach my hand out before the big tumble and praying my reflexes are fast (really fast). I just keep telling myself - he is a boy and will learn to be tough.
This mama has to let him get dirty and realize one of the joys of having a boy is
the fearless fun that he brings.
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Don't you wish you had these muscles!?! |
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Look at this grin. |
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Concentration and Determination despite the wind blown hair |
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Pushing like a champ! |
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The grass is fun too! |
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I love the shot of his TWO (and only) teeth! |
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