Sticky fingers and a scraped lip

The weather has been awesome here. I am not a winter person but even I have been out to enjoy the cool air. Luke got a motorcycle for Christmas. His new favorite thing to do is ride it. He was riding and Ryan was trying to keep up with him by foot. Ryan fell right on his face. Momma cheetah went running for him. He was bleeding and crying. By the time we got in the house he was laughing. I took pictures just to have a sad little memory of his first big fall.

Last night we were at the church. Luke is a really sweet kid but, he has a problem thinking everything he sees and wants is okay to take. I really have to watch him to make sure he does not slip something in his pocket. Last night we got home and I guess he found a pile of pictures of the youth. I am assuming he sifted through them and found his favorite. He brought home a picture of our friends son Cory. When I asked him where he got it he put a huge smile on his face and said "yes, that's Cory" I will return the picture on Sunday...