Kat:
The backyard looked like a NASCAR pit stop exploded and no one was mad about it. Checkered flags waved from every tree, balloons in red, black, and yellow bobbed like traffic lights on sugar highs, and a massive "2 FAST!" banner stretched across the porch. There were tire tracks painted across the grass (thank you, Blaze and Saint, for going “just a little extra”), and an big racetrack set up in the corner, hosting an all-day toddler demolition derby.
And right in the middle of the chaos was my baby. My not-so-baby baby.
Ryder, in a red race suit with “RYDER #2” stitched on the back, was zipping around the backyard on his little plastic trike like he was born with a lead foot. Phoenix was hot on his heels, wearing her own sparkly racing helmet and a tutu. That girl was chaos in mot
