Colt was too busy riding his bike down the hills to be in a picture. He also insisted on wearing sweat pants and a long-sleeved shirt. I gave him the famous line, “mommy knows best,” and that it was shorts and t-shirt weather – but decided I would let him learn that as well. So, he got hot . . . – and I definitely should have gotten a picture of this – he had his sweat pants rolled up pretty much to his underwear. It was hilarious if I do say so myself.