On Sunday I want to pick the boys up in Murfreesboro. I met Dad and Gina at Old Chicago Pizza to discuss our upcoming trip to Disney World. When we got home Gran and Pa came over for dinner. (Pa came in on Friday for a surprise visit.)
After dinner we took the boys down the creek. Sam rode his tricycle. He was pretty good. He had the pedaling down, but couldn't quite master the steering. I stood in front of him and told him to look right at me when he was riding. As long as he kept his eyes on me he could steer straight. However, the second he turned his head, which it usually was within a few seconds, he would turn off to the side. Once he turned so hard that he fell off.
Finn rode too - he was fine as long as he wasn't riding down hill.
They were both exhausted by the time we put them to bed. I couldn't resist taking a picture.
This is what Finn typically looks like when he is sleeping. This is what Sam typically looks like . . .
I have no idea how he breathes under there. I have to move the blanket off of his head every night.