My Gunnar. He was just the cutest baby. He was fat and happy. He didn't crawl until he was 10 months old and he didn't walk until he was 15 months old. I had to carry him everywhere! He was 20lbs at 4 months, so that was no easy task!
It did not take him long at all to realize his preferred method of transportation was wheels.
And as soon as he could he went for the real thing. A gas powered engine. Gunnar loves a gas powered engine. I believe if I counted I would come up with at least 6 or 7 items in his possession with a gas powered engine.
So it should be no surprise that this day has come. This day where my newly 17 year old son buys a motorcycle.
And yet, this vision of that squishy little smily baby riding off on a motorcycle is one I don't think a mother is ever quite ready for.
Drive slowly, baby!