Fwee!
Happy Birthday, Dear Willie!
My third born is three.
I don't know what to say about this boy. Right now, he's a Momma's boy. If he's hurt, hungry, angry, sleepy, happy, or one of the other seven dwarfs, he runs to Momma. It's a blessing and a curse.
He likes to wear princess dresses.
He cracks me up every day.
He's scared of giants and locks all of our doors at night to keep the giants out.
He loves to help his daddy and is not afraid to try anything.
I'm afraid he may try to jump off the roof one day.
He's our 95/5 child. 95% of the time he is good, 5% - well that's the percentage we're worried about.
For those of you that may of missed it, here's his life (thus far) in photos.
My third born is three.
I don't know what to say about this boy. Right now, he's a Momma's boy. If he's hurt, hungry, angry, sleepy, happy, or one of the other seven dwarfs, he runs to Momma. It's a blessing and a curse.
He likes to wear princess dresses.
He cracks me up every day.
He's scared of giants and locks all of our doors at night to keep the giants out.
He loves to help his daddy and is not afraid to try anything.
I'm afraid he may try to jump off the roof one day.
He's our 95/5 child. 95% of the time he is good, 5% - well that's the percentage we're worried about.
For those of you that may of missed it, here's his life (thus far) in photos.