Monday, August 3, 2009
i'm pretty good in playing with the boys. getting in to it. the running, throwing stones, fooling around, getting my hands dirty and hair wet. but dad beats me. he runs faster, jumps higher, throws you higher in to the air. he's stronger and he takes it a little bit further than me.
but hey, that's ok. i don't mind coming in second. gives me more time to relax, watch and enjoy the view. i'm pretty good at that too.