My baby

This little man is my baby. He's changed so much. This picture makes me want to cry my eyes out. 6 months difference and he's grown so much! I must admit that I'm not a very emotional person when it comes to the little guy growing up... This is unusual for me. 

 He has became such a character. He smiles so silly and waves at everyone he sees. He screams at the top of his lungs when he doesn't like what you are doing (this we can live without), yet can be the sweetest thing. He loves to climb in my lap and love on me. He gives roscoe kisses and calls Dada or Mama depending on which one of us he can't find. 

 He is incredibly smart. He can find his way through nearly anything! He repeats words so well and I feel like nothing can stop him. He tried to put his clothes in the washer and has no problem opening every door. He loves to read books; his favorite is by far his tractor book. 

He loves food, especially noodles. His favorite is ravioli, bread, and Mac n cheese. When we eat I have to be careful and make sure I give him his veggies first or he'll eat plate after plate of noodles. He wants to eat anything that you have. He says 'bite' continuously until you share. He LOVES coffee. He tried to drink my whole cup and fusses if I don't share with him! 

Mentioning sharing, he rocks at it. You'd never know he's an only child. He tries to share all of his toys and sippy cups when people come over. He shares his snacks with Roscoe and makes sure Mama and Dada gets a bite of everything he's eating. 

 I couldn't be more proud to call this little one ours. He's rotten and can really push my buttons but he is perfect. He makes sure to impress us each day and we never make it through a day with out a few giggles. He's awesome.