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Hubby took our son Chris and his buddy Jessie out near our home to go dirt biking. Lance was there to take pictures of our boys flying through the air.

Here's Jessie on the right in the red, Chris on the left in the blue, with Mt. Rainier in the background. It was a beautiful day.
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Chris catching some air.

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In the mud.

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Flying through the air.

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Taking a breather to pose. '
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Dirty and dusty and loving every minute of it.

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My baby boy isn't a baby anymore. Isn't' he beautiful?

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  1. He looks happy in that last pic. I've got one who loves the same things

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  2. those are some very good looking young men.
    *adjusts ball and chain*
    yes, very good looking young men indeed.

    a former boyfriend used to mx...you have the bravery of a lion, you know that, don't you mom?

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  3. Anonymous11:00 AM

    GREAT pics! The mud shot is very cool, and the last one is FANTASTIC!

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  4. Thanks y'all. I'm sorta kinda proud of my baby boy with the baby blues. He's growing up so quickly.

    Some have said I'm insane to allow him to dirtbike because he's accident prone and we've spent more than our fair share of time in the ER. I have to let him grow and explore and be. He's wearing protective gear and so far so good. I know he'll be fine.

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  5. Pammy, Cute guys! Listen, when my oldest wanted a motorcycle (he was 17) I thought that with my messed-up luck I would say "No" and then something else would happen to him (like a Piano falling from a tall building). So he went to motorcycle school and he promised to always wear a helmet and protective clothing. That's all us mothers can do... The world is out there and they have to live in it.

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