I've decided that The Hubs is trying to give me a heart attack. After dinner, The Monk and The Hubs typically go off to the park up the street for some male bonding time and to burn off the last vestiges of energy before it is time to brush teeth and go to bed for the boy. This is the picture that The Hubs sent to me from their daily constitutional today. I nearly died. My son is so high in that tree that I had a slight heart palpitation when I first opened this. Now, there is a reason why my son is known as a Monkey, but I honestly don't want to see him climbing trees with monkey-like ease and the potential of falling and breaking an arm. Having fallen out of a tree myself as a child (and suffering a rather severe concussion due to the fall), I am rather hesitant to allow my only child to climb to far up a towering Douglas Fir. My darling husband of over 17 years does not seem to share my fear of our child slipping and plummeting to the rather unforgiving earth below. Eek!
Just a mom
I want to make sure that I am documenting as much as I can because I know that the years are going to fly by and my little boy will be a man. I want to remember it all.