This kid.

I love him beyond words.

He is full of life.

He is stubborn as hell.


He has the best little laugh- the kind that you can't help laughing along with no matter what mischievous thing he is doing.


He likes to "draw draw" and will sit with a pencil or piece of chalk for a surprisingly long time.


He is obsessed with tractors, trains, and planes.


He has a vocabulary that grows larger by the hour.


He loves to be read to and flat out refuses to be denied a book when he wants one read.


He thinks he is ready to potty on the toilet and insists on standing over it at least three times a day. And then spitting into it once he thinks he is done.


He eats food with reckless abandon.



He has fully embraced the word "NO!" and even follows it with a "shhhhhhh" when he really doesn't like what he is being asked to do. I have to learn to stop laughing at this, but it is so damn funny! Last night I put him down for bed and he shouted after me, "No nigh-nigh! Shhhhhh!"





He gives hugs and kisses so sweet they bring tears to my eyes.





He has completely given up his bedtime bottle in the past week. We quit cold turkey once we got home from vacation and he has not once asked for a bottle. *Insert sigh of relief here.*





He loves to sing and dance.





He hates to be confined in any way and sometimes throws an all-eyes-on-us kind of temper tantrum when placed into a grocery cart.





He is the center of our little family. Gracie and Luke LOVE being his older siblings and shower him with love and attention all day, every day. OK...not all day....he has a way of really ticking them off at times......but easily 80% of the time...:)





He is our "Buppa" and "little puppy" and "sweet boy" and "stinker pot" and about a million other nicknames we've given the poor kid.






He says " I love you" about a million times a day- and I love it every time.