This is where it began. They didn't tell us but we were damn sure he was a girl. Whoops...
A few months later I was given this amazing little creature. Shockingly born with man parts.
It was love at first sight. Loved by one and all. Even the girl who cried every time we said "but what if God gives us a boy instead of a girl?"
The boy grew, and he was damn cute.
And sweet. And perfect.
Before we knew it he was crawling and sitting up.
It wasn't long before he was walking and showing us how much he loved to be outside (his face doesn't convey that in the second picture, so you'll just have to trust me that it's true).
He was a real charmer. The kind of boy you invite home for dinner to meet your folks.
He's also a mess-maker, and if I didn't love him so much I'd probably go crazy. Jim was spot on, though, this boy loves his peanut butter.
But he cleans up nice.
Halloween.
Christmas.
I'm losing my chronological order here, but there are shots I love that I can't bear not to share.
He's dirty, and looks a little stubborn, but I love this picture of him. I have it hanging on my living room wall.
This always makes me grin. Every time. Whatever it was that made him cry, I don't even remember anymore, but it was harmless enough to take pictures instead of console him. In fact, he was probably crying because I wouldn't let him take my camera. He likes to try.
A day at the beach this March. The wind was chilly and he was soaked, but he loved every minute.
And, really, what's not to love about this scenario?
It actually happens pretty often...
Working hard with Mommy.
So happy to be with Daddy.
Muscles!!
Hanging with his Big Sissies.
My dapper little gentleman.
A bunch of adorable moments.
His wild hair a few weeks ago.
And now after his latest haircut. Handsome. Charming. A turdy little trouble maker. And he's all ours. Happy 2nd birthday to my little love.
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