Vroom.. Vroom.

I remember when I was younger, my dad always piddling with things in the garage. He could never just sit - he always has to be doing something. So on any given night after work, or Saturday afternoon you could most often find him in the garage or backyard working on something. He's pretty handy though. He's super dad, and with the invention of craigslist, internet wholesale buying and youtube videos - he's pretty much capable of figuring out great and marvelous things.

I went to pick up Carson the other day and felt totally shafted. For the first time, he didn't want to leave. He was helping my dad fix something on his dirtbike and of course, how could we leave that?!

And once the dirtbike was fixed, we still couldn't go until he got to ride all around the yard.