My Little Man

Is it March already?  It is.  Well then, I am officially a lame blogger.  I mostly feel like everyday is the same as before and while I enjoy my life, it doesn't seem particularly interesting for others.  (Though, my sister all the way in South Carolina definately deserves updates.  I would be super annoyed if she didn't regularly update her blog.  I love seeing my nephews through her pictures.) 

 



My little baby is now two.  I like to tell others that he's a song and a dance and a kick in the pants.  He is hilarious.  He doesn't fuss and grouch before bed like other two year olds, he belly laughs.  Aaron is the most ticklish child I have ever known.  (Just like his dad, but I didn't tell you that.)

 

Miri decorated his birthday cake          

To balance out all his hilarity and cuteness, this boy has quite the temper.  It takes you by surprise.  In line at the pharmacy, after a particularly long doctor's visit, a woman tried to comfort my little whining Aaron.  She was lucky enough to get a red-face, vein popping scream, "SSSSTTTTTTOOOOOOPPPPP!!!!!"  It was terrifying.  He looks a little like Jack-Jack from Incredibles when he's upset.  

 Aaron and Ben are little buddies.  Their very favorite activite is to run laps around the wall that separates our kitchen and front room.  Miriam is his favorite sibling, though.  She's always everyone's favorite.  She is so light and yellow and kind.

 He loves all things with wheels.  Our car rides are full of talks of backhoes, buses, dump trucks, and garbage trucks.

He's really my little man.  Sorry Spence, I'm his favorite for now.  If I am in another part of the house from him, I hear a little voice, "Mommy, where are you? Mommy!"  This morning he stood on my chair just behind me and hugged me while I ate breakfast.  Yes, I think I'll keep him, even though I have threatened to Spencer that I might sell him to the gypsies.