For the first time in months, both Steve and I had Saturday free. We celebrated by heading deep into the old West, to the Gene Autry Museum of the American West at Griffith Park.
He cried when we took him off.
It was just a saddle next to a mural and in front of a blue screen.
We loved being on tv.
He did not enjoy jail. Or the actual exhibits, for that matter.
Cowboy Billy came to the rescue. Fastest gun in the West.
Since I don’t get many evenings off, we took advantage of a beautiful day last week and rode our bikes to central park. Liam was very busy working in the sand. Steve gets off early on Fridays, so we repeated our ride on Friday for the Healthy RC fair.
We had to keep this little boy on a tight leash since he loves to run EVERYWHERE.
Makes me love our life. It’s pretty sweet sometimes. All I gotta do now is figure out how to stop working evenings and weekends and it would be perfect.