He is three.
Seriously.
E brings so much joy to the world. He is so optimistic, kind, and happy. I love that he asks to snuggle and gives me big kisses (runs with his mouth WIDE open and then closes it at the last second). His imagination keeps this house filled with boats, airplanes, and GHHHHOOOOOOOSSSSSSTTTTSSSSS.
He is the best little brother. He is the best second son. I am so blessed to be his mother.
Honestly, the first year was crazy – no sleep and a mommy milk monster. I must have walked miles with him during the day the first few months. Brandon must have walked miles with him during the middle of the night during the day the first few months. We co-slept. He never took a bottle. He was up 9 times a night and never took a nap longer than 30 minutes. Can we also talk about how he tried to hand me a scorpion at 11 months? I am still ruined.
Good thing he is so dang awesome now (because at 9:45pm he is still creeping out of his bed and I still love him).
I now sleep, no longer am an open milk bar, and live in a house without scorpions.
Happy birthday to my enthusiastic, bright, and sweet second son.
