When Rock comes he loves to help me with patients, Ryker meanwhile wants to sit on my lap and play Lego Avengers. The only problem is when patients come I have to put him down and he has to play by himself.
He asked to go golfing where Rock went golfing.
His stance needs a little work but he had a lot of fun.
We ran into some slow, slow old, old people who marked their spots, cleaned their ball and took forever on every shot. They told the group behind them (and in front of us) that they felt rushed by the little kids and the mom quickly retorted "you don't seem rushed".
He seemed to have fun even while waiting for the slow, slow old, old group to move.
This week he decided to have lunch at Blueberry Hills. Jens loves Blueberry hills.
"Wait a minute...this is just water?"
Papa Dale was holding Kassi while Lindz looked on...intently.
The weather has been great for helicoptering. Ryker loves the helicopter but between the warmth, the constant sound and the giant helmet he always ends up asleep.
Jens rode on my lap the whole time and constantly reached up to tap on Hampa's shoulder and say "Hey, Hampa!"
Out for the count.
Ryker gave up on the little frog bowl and decided to get more bang for his buck in a giant cereal bowl.
Someone needs a sister.
Papa Dale gave rides in the helicopter and Jens did a good job of marshaling the riders to and from the chopper.
Seriously, is there ever a bad time to fly?
Despite the jammies Ryker was determined to stay awake for this ten minute ride.
We were up right at dusk and it was absolutely perfect.
He didn't make it. He couldn't make it.
Even the sky knows that it is summer.
