Oh, Caden. He's the reason we keep band-aids and neosporin on hand at ALL times. What do you do with a daredevil child? He's the only one with stitches {busted chin} and a glued-up nose. We've already accepted the fact that he'll be the one with the broken bones and ER visits. It's just him. Of the four boys, he's definitely the one who needed our five acres in Kansas to drain his energy. He came and went as he pleased as he always had school or football games or something going on {in his imagination} that he played out in the yard. It was nice not having to worry about him or having to watch him every second since we had so much space. 
Here, we're still adjusting to the itty-bitty concrete yard on our crazy-busy road. Coleman and Caden have both discovered they love to cruise down the side of our house on their wobbily-wheeled scooters. Coleman likes to ride on this toddler three-wheeler as well with his feet up in the air. Caden screams the whole way down- I'm sure our German neighbors are just cringing especially since today is Sunday- quiet day. Just two days ago, he flipped over the handle bars and ended up with a nice raspberry on his forehead. Yesterday, he was already back at it- absolutely no fear. I almost can't watch.
This was a smooth run. It's when he moves the handlebars back and forth for a little extra excitement and the wheels start wobbiling that I just know he's going to wipe out.
No, it's not warm here yet- but since the big boys wear shorts, he thinks he needs to as well. We pick our battles...
No, it's not warm here yet- but since the big boys wear shorts, he thinks he needs to as well. We pick our battles...
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