Ridge is a rule breaker. I know, I know, that's really hard to believe. Especially for me, since I woke up to his sweet voice coming out of the monitor this morning singing a very slow version of "Jesus Loves Me."
But alas, it is true. He is a genuine escape artist. He can be with me one minute & I can turn around to see him running around a corner. He gives me frequent "heart attacks" due to concern for his safety. He is found in restrooms, snack bars at t-ball fields, or hiding behind chairs.
At the last t-ball game, I thought I had him cornered in the dug out, but when I looked down, he was going down the bench "tasting" each of the players' water bottles.
His favorite rule to break is climbing into our football throw upstairs. He thinks it is his personal hammock. When his cousins were at our house, he convinced both of them to join him.
My little rascal, who is so full of life and mischief. Gotta love that little ham.