Thanks to a generous friend (Cari!) who passed along her no-longer-used plastic push-along, Tyler now has his own mower!
It is no exaggeration that the FIRST thing he says each time I go to get him from his crib is, "Ma-mower?!?"
He must know where it is.
He must get to is as soon as possible.
It is no exaggeration that this mower has proven the most effective way to divert him from tears, the desire to climb into the truck, or the tenth Popsicle of the day.
It is no exaggeration when I claim having to pry his clenched fists off of the handle when it is time to call it a night and head indoors.
Yes.
This guy LOVES his "ma-mower."
He'd sleep with it if he could!
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