He makes me laugh every day. He is a snuggler. He loves SPORTS — name it, he loves it: football, baseball, soccer, basketball, tennis, hockey, golf, etc. He has become a fan of ESPN, even hums the SportsCenter theme song. He loves his friends. He is a great student. He says “I love you” to me at least 5 times a day, every day, without fail. He desperately wants a dog. He has muscles you wouldn’t believe for a 9 year old boy. He’s growing like a weed but is soooo skinny…his pants have to be cinched up like crazy. He cheers himself on when playing the Wii—and it’s very LOUD. He is one of the pickiest eaters I know. He is extremely competitive and has to be first in everything: activities, sports, lines, walking…just a tad bit aggressive. He could sleep through a tornado. He has brown hair and bright blue eyes (I always thought my kids would be blonde…but he was always a bit darker). He has the most adorable freckles all over his face. His giggle melts me. He loves to impress his uncles, his grandpas, and any guy for that matter. And he loves to take pictures of himself with my phone.
Love him. Oh so much.