And sometimes she calls you Cruuusby.
And sometimes she says you're so cute she could squeeze your guts out. I don't think she means it.
But you really are so cute.
Especially when you shriek so loud you make yourself cough…..and then do it again because you think it's hilarious.
Especially when you sneeze and you get the biggest smile on your face. And really….who doesn't think sneezing feels good?
Especially when you laugh whenever we say "Hola, Hola, Coca-Cola." (Who knows where that came from.)
Especially when you beat your chest like Tarzan.
Especially when you hold your own bottle….and you're only five months old!
Especially when you sleep through the night….oh wait. But I'm sure you'll be cute when you do. Maybe even cuter than you are now.
Especially when you wear hats. You were made for hats. You're a hat boy. And really….I have a thing for boys in hats….so no wonder. Whoever made that rule that guys have to take their hats off when they're at the table or indoors in general? Stupid rule. I'll let you break it.
Especially when you do that lazy smile thing you do. Killer.
Especially when you look at me and I know that you're the perfect finishing touch to our family. My biggest-surprise-in-the-world-boy. My I-don't-know-if-we're-ready-boy. My-but-we-had-no-warning-boy.
But really….just my boy. Who is the perfect little brother to my girl.
Happy weekending everyone.
It's supposed to finally feel like spring here in Michigan.
I'll drink to that. A diet coke anyway.
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