So sweet! And tiny! And non-verbal!
You know we could never be that normal over here at Not Blessed Mama.
Today is Spawn#3's birthday. My little guy is growing so fast!
And he's making me crazy. He is the most emotional, loud, stinky, obnoxious little 4 year old punk that I have ever met. He draws on the walls. He spills food constantly. He breaks stuff. He hits his siblings. He needs to do everything his way, on his time- or it's "I hate you mom!" and stomping down the hallway. He's quite advanced in the "I hate you" stage, so I suppose that's something to be proud of. Showing such initiative. The first word he could spell was a-s-s. I could go on and on.
Okay, okay, I love him to death. He's adorable. He has the face of an angel. He will constantly tell me that I am his best friend, and he's my best boy- or that he loves me (when he's not busy hating me, that is). He's utterly hilarious and makes everyone laugh. He has a great memory and loves quoting movies (one of his first movie quotes was The Fantastic Mr. Fox's "Are you referring to my wife?").
And he's my baby. Happy birthday, baby boy.