Neighbors, puddles, and tricycles.

Thank the Lord Almighty, the rain has finally stopped.  We finally get to see our neighbors who we have only seen to wave at from under our umbrellas for the last month.   The sun came out, and so did we.

The grown-ups stood around and chatted about things like French drains and fill dirt and grass.   This is The Neighbor’s Husband, he likes grass. That came out wrong.  Let me try again.  He has a beautifully maintained yard.  Whereas, if The Husband and I could have a goat do our yard work we would.

The Neighbor was there too, but she was feeling camera shy.  Hey, she has a secret. I think she should tell the Internet in the comments section, don’t you?

The boys rode their bicycles.

Well, H rode his bicycle.   He is an athletic genius.  Seriously,you should see him swing a bat. The Son?  Hmm. We can’t all be Lance Armstrong, and unfortunately genetics is not on his side as far as physical prowess goes.  He is really just now starting to be able to peddle his trike more than a few feet.

He also gets stuck in every little crack in the road.

And we make him wear his helmet for a very good reason.

The Son thinks I should put down the Nikon and come rescue him.

Why would I do that when H can help him?

That H is a mighty sweet kid.  He even brushed the dirt off of The Son.

Gotta climb back on that horse kiddo.

He may not be that great at it, but you have to admit the kid has spunk.  Not a tear or whine in sight.

He is getting better everyday, and I happen to know for a fact that there is a bigger tricycle in the attic waiting on him.  I bet we get it out any day now.

Then we can watch him ride into the sun set.

The End.

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