lately

he is almost 11 months old, yup, almost one year! he's teething and always bite my nipple like all the time. he learn to walk by holding furniture, and he can stand unsupported.

last week when I just got back from my mother's house, I saw tiny bike parked in front of my house. that was weird because I never saw that kind of motorcycle before. my hubby and almost all of his friends are motorcycle maniac but none of them have this kind of bike. when I asked hubby, he just laugh and answered me with un-serious tone that the bike he made for Noah.

"are you joking?"

"nope. I don't"

"seriously?"

"yup. 100% serious"

we stared each other for like 5 minutes

"can you take our picture....with the bike.... now?"

So i took their picture with the bike while friends yelling at them "little Valentino Rossi!"

Hubby wants Noah to be a motoGP racer, I surely know that since Noah was inside my womb. But i hope he won't put Noah into a serious stage of his ambition. He has a different soul and body, and that's become my job to remind him to let God and time answered everything and don't put his hope too high. but don't you think that tiny bike is too cute to die for?