He loves his daddy.
And I love that...
He was making his way out to where Eric is building our new swing set.
Lincoln follows him everywhere. I mean, everywhere.
Me? Jealous? Nah.
It's not like I carried him for 9 months, had swelling in my ankles that could've been in a documentary on Discovery Health, or had major surgery to remove him from my womb.
It's interesting to me that while Lincoln loves me and is attached to me, it seems that he knows Eric is a guy or something. Like there is this unspoken bond. I don't know, I'm new to all that digging in the mud, fixing cars, "man code" thing that is clearly coursing through their veins from a very young age.
It's cute, though. I love my manly men.
Annnyway. We have a handful of excited little girls on our hands about this new swing set. They played in the sprinkler when we weren't at the pool this past weekend while Eric worked on it.
Here's hoping we can finish it soon. And by "we", I mean "Eric" :).
Hope you're all having a great week so far!