enJOYing the little things . . .

Found a few goodies

on my hard drive. Couldn't resist sharing. Isn't he the cutest little hula boy ever? Apparently he had a difference of opinion.

  

I can imagine him thinking, "Dear God, please make my mother stop torturing me." HAHA.

 

I'm in denial

that my baby, my number three, my Rocket boy is just that. A little boy. Not a baby anymore, that's for sure. He's the most independent one of the bunch. Fearless. (Look at how he puffs out his chest when he walks!) Stubborn. Smiley. Such a rascal. He talks in sentences. Repeats everything we say. Loves clocks, trains and Lightning McQueen. He has a girlfriend. An older woman. Adorable little Chloe who is older than him by three months, haha. Met her during his brother and sister's swimming class. He shared his cereal with her. He NEVER shares. And he didn't scream at her either. He has had this habit of screaming at every kid he sees to the point where I just go ahead and apologize to parents and their kids before he even has a chance to start screaming at them. He's still the pickiest eater on earth. Pasta, fruit and cheese. That's pretty much it. He would eat candy every day for every meal if he could. My gray hair count has definitely increased in the past year thanks to this little guy. But you know what? I love him with a love so fierce, he's worth all those gray hairs and more.