It rained this evening...so Brady did a "garage workout."
This boy pushes all my buttons.
His need to do everything perfect is draining to me.
If he doesn't do something right the first time....or feels he hasn't done his best....
watch out...all H E double hockey sticks breaks loose.
His tennis skills for an 8 year old are through the roof amazing.
Why can't that be enough?
He practiced in the garage for an hour and fifteen minutes.
He wanted Eric to help him with some footwork drills...
he fussed and argued and then mastered it and then....
was happy as can be.
Tonight was just one of those nights when bedtime couldn't come soon enough.
He drives me crazy.