The Dare Devil

I have never doubted that Clark is all boy. He never fails to find a mudd hole outside or a puddle of water to jump in. We usually go through at least two sets of clothes a day because I refuse to having him running around "messy." I want him to look as presentable as possible. Sometimes, stuff happens in the car on the way somewhere and I just have to breathe and realize that kids are kids and can't go around looking perfectly clean. Not even his parent's manage that every day. :)

He also has started to master his skills of climbing and jumping on and off stuff. He will climb onto the foot stool that goes with the rocking chair and leap over to my lap. He thinks this is hilarious.

Must have been where he learned this:





and this, indoor jungle gym, aka barstools:






He has also learned neat tricks from the dog. (How to clean up your eating area)





And then there's just playing with his friends. Clark and Merrik playing on one of the exercise stations that are around the lake. Last picture is Clark and our other neighbors, Frankie and Alex trying to convince the cat (black blob on the stairs) to come play.





Then there are the moments that remind me that he's still young. After all you can't grow up too fast if you still wear a diaper and your diaper leaks on your mom while you are laying on her.

Just love how it looks like I peed my pants.