We've been riding a 2 1/2 mile loop in the neighborhood in the evening. Sunday night we pulled into the driveway only to find Blake asleep in the carrier. He must have still been tired from Saturday's festival. I understand why the youngest child is so often referred to as the "baby" into adulthood. It seems like the first child grows up SO fast and you're just left grasping for one last sight of chubby fists and sleepy heads.
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