He's our little happy-go-lucky munchkin.
He's a good boy. Although, lately his little 3 year old self is starting to get his sassy on.
He loves being my helper. Whether it be stirring the iced tea, taking the clothes out of the dryer, or even changing dirty duck bedding, he's always trying to help.
He's really started to talk during the past couple months. He says anything he wants now, even if some of it is completely un-translatable.
Paw Patrol is his favourite thing, ever.
He's also a big fan of Tom and Jerry and Bugs Bunny.
He would eat peanut butter by the spoonful if I let him, and at every meal.
He loves car rides, baths, and anything with at least four wheels, unless it's a lawnmower. In that case he's afraid of it.
He's spoiled. He knows he's cute and uses it.
He's a goofball.
He will try to make everyone laugh, and loves the attention.
He has this goofy dance he does where he puts one fist out in front of him, and nods his head while scrunching his nose and sticking out his lips. He did this little display at a recent wedding, in the middle of a bunch of strangers - just so they could laugh at him. Lordy.
Lately he's on a ghost kick.
He recently told me that he saw a ghost wearing his Paw Patrol jammies.
After having 3 little girls I wouldn't have imagined how much a little boy can come in and mix things up.
Life was like an amazing, big chocolate cake with the girls. I couldn't imagine life being better. Then, Benny came along, and that chocolate cake now has chocolate fudge frosting. It doesn't get much better than that.
We're blessed beyond words to have this little guy to wake up to every morning, and to snuggle every night.
Happy Birthday sweet boy.
We love you to the moon and back!