By the end of it, Jake really had the hang of it. He had pushed off the "walker" and was slowing skating back and forth between Dave and I. Props to Dave for hanging in there; I didn't realize when I planned this that he didn't really skate.
My life is really busy. I've got two little boys (no, I don't wish I had a girl) and a Gus (puppy), all of whom slobber on me, wrestle with me, accidentally pee on me, and fill my days with endless laughter and joy. Ohh, and dirt. My issue isn't whether this shirt goes with those pants; it's which shirt hides more signs of boy. It's the life of a girl surrounded by truckloads of testosterone seeking a little perspective and the occasional opportunity to pee on my own.
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