This little child of mine has a gigantic personality.  It’s magnified, I think, because of his tiny size.  He’s not quite twenty-five pounds, and he can talk like no other two year old child I’ve ever met.  He can joke, he uses complete sentences and he knows so many things that it blows me away.  But wow, the boy can really give us a run for our money sometimes.  He is loud (which he definitely gets from his daddy).  He is ridiculously fussy with his food (which he got from neither of us).  And he repeats the same thing over and over and over again.  Like a broken record.

There is nothing calm about him.  He runs around all day long.  He is a little charmer.  And he loves little girls who are around six or seven. . . he gravitates toward them like a magnet.  People comment on him everywhere we go, if they’ve spent any time with him.  It really cracks me up–this little teeny tiny boy with blonde hair, blue eyes and a personality full of fire.  I’m not sure who his mom is, but it certainly doesn’t seem like he inherited anything from me.

I wouldn’t trade him for the world though.