My little boy turned four. Weighing in at 50 pounds ( same as his 6 year old sister), he’s not so little anymore. As much as I feared being a mom of a boy after having two girls, he eased me into it so nicely, I can’t believe it was ever a worry. I totally love the kid.
I love this kid for his awesome robot dance moves.
I love this kid who gets so much joy out of catching lizards who bite his sister, but is scared out of his mind of the tiniest, most harmless spider.
I love this kid and his passion and excitement about everything in life.
I love this kid.