I love a man that's easy to please.
Like this guy.
Yogurt-covered raisins=happy. Mama playing peek-a-boo=hilarious.
Nate is 18 months old now. It's such a fun age.
We wake up to him yelling "basketball!" "football!" and "Daddy...are you?" He thinks he's three and a half and wants to do everything Brooke does. He loves dancing to Michael Jackson and he's dying to play in the litter box. He calls me "Daddy." He loves letters and numbers and shouts them out at the top of his lungs. He fake burps and says "excuse me."
And he's (usually) one happy dude.
See?
Yeah. I love this guy.
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We love that little guy too.
ReplyDeleteHe seems like an athlete in the making!
oh. my. goodness. this little dude is just heart-stoppingly adorable!
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