You've been playing quietly and peacefully in your room all morning. Every so often I go in to check on you.
I would like to take a moment to interrupt this post to state the obvious:
I truly feel sorry for everyone who isn't me. I know it sounds a bit self righteous, but lets just get real. No one can sincerely appreciate how much fun and how amazing you are every day . . . and no one will ever grasp how thankful I am that you are my son. Who knows, maybe this stuff isn't as impressive to anyone else - but baby boy . . .
you make me laugh
you make me sing
you knock my socks off . . .
everyday.
I love you.
And now back to our regularly scheduled post.
The photos below are not staged. This is quite honestly what I found when I stuck my head in just now. Yes, that is a drawer under your bed. No, it is not normally filled with stuffed animals and little boys.
