Freckles & a Tippy Bike

Yesterday we were at Walmart buying items to repair kid's bikes. 

Grace spotted a little training-wheeled bike and asked if I'd buy it. 

"You already have one at home," I told her. 

So as we pulled in the driveway she unbuckled and waited, anxiously scanning the garage.

I pulled this little gem down from its hook with two flat tires.

Daddy pumped it up while she found her pink helmet. 

 It's the first thing she thinks about when she gets up and she was riding it in circles last night as the sun 

was getting low.

 And just as another reminder that my baby is growing up, I spotted a couple of little freckles dotting her cheeks and nose. I'm soaking her in.