My Baby

My baby is now a raging two year old complete with tantrums and all. I lovingly like to think of him as Popeye since his default facial expression is a scowl that only affects half his face reminiscent of a person who has had a severe seizure. But he is quite amazing. He laughs really hard when he laughs and he loves his mommy and daddy so much. He happily plays with his big brothers and sisters. He loves to be sung to and to pray all the time. He eats most vegetables but the only fruit he will touch is a banana. He thinks that balloons are the world's best toy and that sitting on your face is an appropriate way to wake you up. He gives crusty looks to most strangers and even some familiar faces, sorry Aunt Elizabeth, but he adores Grandma and even listened intently as she sang birthday wishes to him over the phone. He thinks that my breasts are his property as evidenced by a very loud fight with Issac in church where he grabbed them and yelled mine. He has the most amazing shade of red hair but the temperament to match it most days. He is very smart but rarely shows it to people. He loves to be touched really softly on his neck and he talks tons in his sleep. This boy is like no other and I just can't believe I am so lucky to be his mom. Happy Birthday Kody man.