Owens "Real" Racecar

Santa brought Owen his very own race car for Christmas. He was absolutely thrilled. When we walked in the living room his eyes lit up, and in two sec he was in it and ready. He spent the rest of the morning inspecting it. He kept saying "my car" and would pat the seat to offer rides.

After all of the gifts were open we let him go out and take it for a spin. Well... more of a jerk. He would press the pedal...let off...press it....let off. Poor Reagan was getting whiplash. Thank goodness she is still small enough to ride with him. She held the gas and let him steer. After a while he decided maybe she should just drive. He sat back and let her drive him all over the place. He would wave as he came by. I teared up but held back the real sappy mommy tears.