And we have entered the stage where he's so adorably cute one second (that little voice singing in the back seat or trying to say every thing I say - you should hear him say his name. or haircut. or the letter "F".)
And then the next moment, you're out to dinner and he's an unholy whirlwind of terror, threatening to hit his head on every living surface in the restaurant (glass tabletop! tiled walls!) or pierce the ears of fellow diners with his fitful crying.
But mostly, the cute thing.
I love love love love this kid! I love love love love being his mother. It's the most awesome job in the whole world, crazy bits and all!
~Nichole
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