He has permanent bed head. (I've tried taming it.) He spends all day talking. Seriously. One time I asked him for a kiss, and his lips kept flapping as he 'kissed' me. Sometimes I daydream about quiet, peaceful, sunny meadows where not even the birds chirp. Or attempt to go through my day wearing earplugs. He eats all my flour while I'm making bread. Yep, you read that right. Flour. He can't get enough.
But he's one of the cutest kids I know. :)
I love you too but.... :D
ReplyDeleteSuper cute! Love the mispronounced words! I keep telling myself that someday, I will miss the chatter. Porter always has to compete with Greta's constant yapping when she's home, but when she's at preschool, he holds his own and talks enough for both of them! :)
ReplyDeleteAwwww... sooo cute!
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