A few weeks ago, after we returned from our Chicago trip, Terry had to get caught up on the fast-growing grass. Typically Ezra is afraid of the mower. But I guess by the time Terry got to the back yard he was accustomed to it and felt that he could help his daddy out.
I thought it was so cute. Also, it reminded me of one of my very first blog posts of Noah doing the exact same thing and then of Evie a few years later. Searching for those posts sure was fun. I forgot what it was like in those early days when Noah was so little and Evie was a baby. My, how times have changed.
"You missed a spot daddy..."