Living on the edge

Westy must have some kind of guardian angel. These two have recently discovered a new little game. Westy sits in his dump truck and Neeley careens him all over the house. He's had more face plants on the hard slate and enough bruises to raise eyebrows, but he LOVES this game.

Gearing up for the launch.
Oh how I wish his face wasn't blurry.

Waiting for her to come repeat.

Tolerating her shenanigans.

Waiting for her to return from wherever she ran off. Waiting, waiting, waiting.