Our apartment complex had a fall party. We had a blow-up, jumpy castle and a blow-up, giant slide in the parking lot, although Drew was too frightened to have anything to do with either one, even when there were no other kids around. He got a plastic red bat and baseball that he now carries around the house with him everywhere. We played on the grass and everyone noticed our little guy's great throwing arm. Hey, Uncle Mitch just got called up to the big leagues for the Tampa Bay Rays. It must be in the genes somewhere -- even if Brent feels like he got skipped. :) Then we got him this little rub-on tattoo.
When Brent got home, we went down to enjoy some Oklahoma barbecue in the sports court. We headed back to the apartment to get changed and help our friends Jordan and Katrina move into their new house when Drew took a little spill...
Ok, a big spill. We have a couple of cement stairs between the sidewalk in front of our building and the parking lot. This kid seems attracted to danger, so of course he was running for the parking lot and suddenly -- bam! The head went down and the legs flew in the air when he took a misstep. He looks like a tough kid with his tattoo and his battle scars on his face. :)
Grrrrrr! Don't mess with scar face...
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