On my last post my goofy husband was supposed to edit my last bit and then post it but apparently he added his own sentiments while I was out riding bikes with the kids. I did not crash into a 300 K trailer, I did not fall off the banana bike, too low to the ground. I did however find it difficult to steer with my giant butt as the guiding force.
I forgot to add something a bit funny. We played baseball as a family the other night in the dirt lot by our trailer. It was girls against boys, I was batting and Abby was on third. I hit the ball and began to yell to Abby to run home!! My poor baby ran to the trailer, she ran right past home base and straight home, literally. In the end she was embarrassed because Gary and I were laughing at her, it was so cute. I found her little head bowed and a not so peppy Abby sitting on the steps of our trailer. Her big brother had his arm around her and was encouraging her telling her "Next time you can be on my team." It was so adorable.