|Place Your Bets|
As you can tell from our new gambling passion, our summer plans are pretty much booked solid. What did we do before this new family hobby? Who can remember? I'll try.
Grady, from past experience, knows where to stand when the arrows are flying. He holed up by the hot dogs and cupcakes and avoided trouble.
What else? Dylan and Grady both have new bikes that they're rocking. It's a Hanna tradition to be unable to ride a bike until A) you are mocked by your classmates, or B) Grandma bribes you to learn. We're bucking tradition and Grady cruises behind my mountain bike on a tow behind while Dylan rolls on a princess bike. Grady's supposed to pedal along, but he's figured out it's more fun to watch his fat old man struggle than to actually help out. Dylan's legs and elbows bear the marks of a kid learning to ride a bike on loose gravel. Regina and I sit in the backyard, sipping wine, and listen to the soft sounds of a bike skidding out in the dirt, punctuated by the immediate, "I'm okay."
So, come visit us this summer. We'll fling a few arrows, shoot a few squirrels, and place a few bucks on the crafty speckled hen. It'll be a hoot.