Vroom Vroom

I don't know how you like to spend your Sunday afternoons, but ours seem to be looking more and more like this.

First, the little buddy has to get into his car and buckle up of course.

After I take about a million pictures of him sitting still in the same position, I receive this look... the "can we please go now because I have been doing my best to sit still for you, crazy lady" look.

Before he pulls out into traffic, he must look both ways and check his blind spots!

A few moments later, the car begins making a strange noise!

Seems to be nothing a little banging can't fix.

When that doesn't work, our little fix-it dismounts to check out the true source of the problem. He does not get this from his daddy. Must be from Uncle Greg and Gruncle Barry.

Ahhh, a job well done! (So well done, in fact, that he decided to sit and promptly lay back to reflect on his hard work- hitting his precious noggin on the hard driveway. Oops!)

Looks like we will take her for a spin again tomorrow!