He pretty much has our hearts....from those sweet little dandelion-picking fingers, to those bug-squashing fists (oops), to his non-booty, to his sweet little lisp. He is a new animal every week. He's gone from kitten to frog to crab to shark over the past few weeks, staying in character with his pretend play. He'll hug my neck everytime I ask him and kiss my lips in hopes I am wearing chapstick. Nothing makes him happier than a rough wrestling match with Daddy or cuddling with his lovey and some good books (though just a couple before he's squirmy). The trashguys make him squeal with glee and he can't help but throw handfuls of sand and sawdust in the air, even though he knows it's going to blow back on his face. He'd be fine only eating breakfast the entire day and he's way too old for his "ba-ba" (pacifier) but....it's still there. He cracks us up and makes us say, "Why are you so sweet?" several times a day. Did I mention we love this little man??!
