Tuesday, April 6, 2010
time flies
Two years and four months old. He can talk, run, hop, throw, hit, bounce, yell, laugh, sing, cry, and pretend. Sleep can last anywhere from 15 minutes to 10 hours. Words and phrases are repeated back to us - whether we intended them to be or not. He can test our patience to the n'th degree. Our hearts can break in an instant with one sorrowful look. He can say "no" 147 times in a row and can gently whisper "sawwy" in a voice so gentle you almost sink to your knees. Temper tantrums are his forte but so are the games of chase and tickle and leggo building. A cuisine fanatic he is not, but he subsists very well off of chicken nuggets and graham crackers. His hair is always a mess but curls are forgiving. He is our baby...our toddler...our little boy.
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I'm not ready for all this...I'm still getting used to him smiling. Stop scaring me.
-Chris
Weather Moose
Gotta love those little boys of chaos!
Gotta love those little boys of chaos!
Two years, 4 months? WOW...
Miss you!!
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