He is all boy, completely destructive and reckless, and has been known to pull out huge clumps of his big sister’s hair in self-defense. Not one of his finer attributes.
But he is also just so squishy. He really is the cuddly kid I always wanted. And he LOVES to make people laugh. And he says “Thank you Mommy” at random times throughout the day for unknown reasons. He melts my heart :) And every night before bed I rock him in my arms (as if he only weighed 10 pounds again, rather than upwards of 35) and we sing “Jesus Loves Me” … and I turn to mush.
Happy Birthday, handsome! You ARE momma’s boy!!!