Look Honey, Cole's Growing Up...Sorta

It's been a busy week for Cole. Saturday, he started off the week by achieving a "Junior 1st" for the restoration of his 1952 Harley Hummer at the AMCA Antique Motorcycle Show & Swap Meet. Not too many nine-year olds can flash an Antique Motorcycle membership card... nor a fancy plaque like this one. "He" scored 99 points out of 100. (Wonder if Grandpa could've given it one more coat of polish?)

THEN, he started his mock trial program...Luckily he gets to play the part he wanted. Prosecutor, you ask? Defense Attorney? Judge? Unfortunately, no, no and no. Our jet-setting Cole desperately wanted to play the part of "Bailiff." And he was lucky enough to get it.  Doug and I scratched our heads. Why would he want the arcane role of a crusty ole officer? Then he explained. "Mrs. Jones MIGHT let me carry a gun!" By the end of the week, he also had Mr. Bailiff converted into some sort of James Bond character....hmmm. I'm sure Mrs. Jones is handling my son much too delicately.

Judge Me By My Size, Do You?

And last, but certainly not least, Cole has finally joined the ranks of the Kramer four-eyes-club. And what sophistication it brought to his countenance! So, Harry Potter.

With all the happenings this week, it seems my baby boy is growing up too quickly. But he still has his issues when it comes to eating an ice cream cone - it still makes me feel like a...mommy.

Gelato...not just for the squeamish.