I just love him.

He is so kidd'ish these days. He sleeps in undies. He argues, oh how he argues. I'm not talking him saying "no" when I say to do something, he DEBATES with logic. He LOVES cars. He is learning to identify them, and how to fix them, and different kinds of racing. He loves tools. He has SUCH amazing empathy for animals. He asks questions. He's learning to color within the lines. He developed a love for pencils (even over markers), so I bought him some colored pencils and he'll sit at his table, SO quietly concentrating on his work, for nearly an hour at a time (must post some of his working pictures).

He is a dare devil. He is trying tricks on his bike that he sees the junior high and high school boys try. He trusts us. 100%. He will jump off of the couch into Cody's un-suspecting arms, cause he know his Daddy won't let anything happen to him. He wants to do things himself. He still cries out for me at night after a scary dream, and curls up against my back in our bed when Cody goes to work. He has a memory. He can remember so many things. When seeing something new, he'll ask me "whatcha think Momma?". He makes plans and decisions. He always asks "do you baby move in your tummy right now?" I love listening to his not-quite-right sentence construction. He has a southern accent on many words. He LOVES dirt, and getting dirty!

I just love him. I feel he is absolutely beautiful. I wish his stupid rash on his face would go away! And I can't imagine loving another creature on earth as much as I love him. I may explode once I have two sons.

PS- I also love when his hair is a little long, and its always mussed up, he looks so cute and innocent!

PSS- whoever termed "terrible twos" must've not gotten around to meeting a three year old!