Wiley loves his tricycle, though it's too big for him. He calls it his motorcycle and goes "vroom" "vroom." His favorite thing to do is zoom it down the driveway, but he won't let York or me help him or hold onto the bike. This morning he toppled off his bike, I picked him up and brushed off his hands then Wiley picked up his bike and gave each handle bar a big kiss to make it feel better.
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he has to be the sweetest boy ever born. (until his cousin starts giving him competition)
The Martin family altogether now - "AWWWWW"
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