This Boy

Rasika is getting to be so big. He has been learning so much lately. His reading is getting better, and he also attempts to write. It doesn't always come out right, but he's not afraid of trying.

(God moron = godmorgon = good morning in Swedish)

He can eat an ice cream cone without making a huge mess. Sometimes. Clean his room. Well, sort of. The other day he was counting: "twenty-eight, twenty-nine, twenty-ten." I corrected him. He continued: "thirty-eight, thirty-nine, thirty-t..." He caught himself, and asked me what was next. Continued, and figured fifty out all on his own. Somehow that made me a little sad. Here he is riding his bike all on his own.