That pretty much sums up our day. When I remember this fall, I will remember how you stopped being a baby and you started being a boy. You run everywhere. You bring your own tools. You especially love your hammer.
This morning at breakfast, you strung together four words to create a sentence. Here they are:
"Plate! Drop! Bang! Silly." Then you cracked up.
You are becoming all of the things that terrified me about having a boy. And yet. There's this.
I wouldn't change a thing.
3 comments:
He is supremely cute. I love the grin!
(sigh) boys, really a houseful of them- I don't know Des, but they are so stinkin cute!
boys are easy...i'll take physical, over emotional, any day of the week...and thats all i have to say about that:)
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