My little man is 16 months old.
I. can. not. believe.it.
This kid is like a bull released from the gates.
He is a whirldwind, tornado, pinball.
He makes us laugh.
He torments his sister.
He is his sister's shadow.
He is all bruises and bumps.
He is a bulldozer.
He loves to 'MOOO' like a cow.
He is a good eater.
He runs, not walks.
He is a mama's boy, but can't wait for daddy to get home.
He LOVES slides and hoses.
He is dirty.
He still loves his books.
He loves to be outside.
He growls.
He is loud.
I. can. not. believe.it.
This kid is like a bull released from the gates.
He is a whirldwind, tornado, pinball.
He makes us laugh.
He torments his sister.
He is his sister's shadow.
He is all bruises and bumps.
He is a bulldozer.
He loves to 'MOOO' like a cow.
He is a good eater.
He runs, not walks.
He is a mama's boy, but can't wait for daddy to get home.
He LOVES slides and hoses.
He is dirty.
He still loves his books.
He loves to be outside.
He growls.
He is loud.
He is outgoing.
He steals my heart.






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