He’s my oldest boy. He has more facial expressions than a zebra has stripes. He’ll do just about anything for a laugh (just like his daddy). His love language is touch. He has no concept of personal space. He’s a helper. He’s a hard worker. He’s ambidextrous. He’s quick to hug. He loves bugs and critters. He loves his friends’ moms just as much as he loves his friends. He’s a wrestler. He’s a two-wheeled bike rider. He’s exuberant and full of energy. He’s my favorite first son.
My most favorite thing he said this year?
…carrying around a framed baby picture of himself…”Mom, I just LOVE myself. I’m SOOO cute!”
Yes, Tiger. You are. Way more than you even realize.