Scooter

Gemma got a two wheeled scooter given to her, so that means her old one trike style one is all Guinness'. Never mind that it is a pink fairy scooter, he is a racing machine. We've gone on some walks with them, even, which is so fun because he is way faster scooter-ing than walking. Although way more dangerous, as he swerves around and zips ahead but he's doing good at waiting at corners and intersections, and staying close to the edge of the road if we have to go where there is no sidewalk.

He's been having muscle aches at night; a side effect of exercise, I suppose, and growing muscles. I try to give him tylenol and as I attempted to pour it down his throat he said,'No, not there! Put it here!' and rubbed his leg. Sorry, bud, this medicine has to work from the inside out.