E-V-E-R-Y-D-A-Y.
At first he wanted to be held while mowing the lawn with Dada or Lito. Not an easy thing to do, he may be small, but 22 pounds can wear your arm out. Let's just say the lawn would mysteriously get mowed while Connor was away. So we bought Connor a little lawn mower hoping that give him the "fix" he needed. Like giving crack to an addict! The first day he was outside "mowing" for three and a half hours and cried his eyes out when we forced him to come inside to eat dinner. Then with this lovely Oregon spring we have been having, he didn't understand why he couldn't go outside to mow when it was pouring down rain.
So anytime we pass by through the garage and he catches a glimpse, he squeals in delight and asks "Mow? Mow?" And when the mowing is done at our house he is ready to go to Lito's house to mow his lawn.
At least now he no longer wants to be held the entire time and is content with pushing his mower around :)
The side walk needs to be mowed too ya know!
Here we go Lito!!
His little helper
Come on Lito, don't forget the backyard!
So sweet.
And one more random picture. This is what happens when laundry doesn't get done on the weekend
Please don't judge :)
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