Last week I bought Curtis some new shoes. He thinks they look like "hiking shoes". Since that purchase he has asked to go hiking a gazillion times (give or take).
He originally wanted to go hiking with his buddy, Dallin. But when Ian tried to boost his own popularity by telling Curtis he could ride in the new truck, Dallin was quickly out-maneuvered.
Father and son were soon packed up and ready to go.
Apparently Curtis talked the entire time. This constant chatter has recently become the new "white noise" of our family life. And we couldn't be happier...there was a time we weren't sure he'd ever speak. (Give me a week...I'll be begging for silence.)
