Lil' D has no fear.
It is such a joy to watch him in his gymnastics class.
The only class we could make it to is in the middle of library storytime.
I love library story time.
But HE loves gymnastics.
And he's good at it.
Can't get better than that.
Sheer happiness.
He's a super-front-roller. He does it over and over again and jumps up for the claps from all the parents with his little Osborn Family Smirky Grin.
He also runs like a wild man wanting me to tackle him.
Which is wildly adorable.
The problem is, he doesn't look where he's going and ALWAYS slams into another kid.
And we still hop on over the library right after gymnastics.
Every.Single.Week he gets down all the Magic Treehouse books and lays them out in rows (and sometimes piles).
It keeps him occupied for a good twenty minutes and is easy clean-up.
Not sure how the librarians feel about it though.
You know, I try to whittle down on the pics but I want to remember every expression, every movement, every pose. One day he'll be grown and I won't remember. I wish I could freeze time.