You are charming. You are silly. You love being outside. You have the most piercing scream when your sister does something you don't like. You share that scream more than I would prefer. You have the sweetest kisses. You talk constantly.
You love for your Daddy to "scare" you and say "again, Daddy!" every time. You want "Fruit Loops" (okay, actually Fruity Cheerios) for breakfast every morning. You say "I can't like that" when you don't want something. You say "I can't like that" way more often than I would like. You ask where Mimi is almost every day. You answer your own question with "at home."
You are adorable. You love the jumpy house and call it a "jumpoline." You love slides, but would swing all day long. You love your newest discovery, the sandbox, and can play there for hours. You love applesauce. You don't love vegetables. You love to laugh, and I hear your sweet giggle often throughout the day. You have a high-piping voice when you are excited.
You love to correct us - if we call you by the wrong name (which we do on purpose) you say "I not wikipedia, I Christian!" You love to call yourself C Pup, your Daddy's nickname for you. You love airplanes, and tell me often that you want to ride on one. You are afraid of dogs. You tell us you want a motorcycle.
You love your Daddy. You love your Mama. You have strong preferences for which one you want in certain situations. You warm up slowly. You rarely talk to strangers. You are a picky eater. You love to look at books. You tell us which book you want read at bedtime. You are an excellent sleeper, even when you are sick, which is sadly far too often. You are drawn to sports, and throw and hit and run like a boy.
You have the cutest little hands I've ever held. You will tell me when and where you hurt, but you have a high tolerance for pain. You are sweet. You imitate everything we say, and shortly thereafter use it properly in a sentence. You are starting to use a big boy cup, and are so proud. You are not starting to potty train. You will love golf, if it's up to your Daddy.
You love to play with Ansley. You fuss about what Ansley does more than anything else. You still sleep in a crib. You have never attempted to climb out. You love blankets, and sleep with three every night. You point out construction equipment everywhere we go. You show emotion readily. You reach for my hand when you are feeling timid.
You have way too many ear issues. You complained of your ears hurting again today. You didn't eat a single thing all day. You had a high fever that couldn't be subdued with medicine. You will be going back to the doctor tomorrow. You are pouting in the picture, but it's how I feel.
You are my Boy. You are the one who makes my heart dance.
You are loved.