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So, since the other kids got posts all about them when they started school, I thought it would only be fair to give Boston his own post. Boston, or Bossa-boss as we call him, will be 2 in January. I can hardly believe that my baby is that old. He is such a little character! I love the way he runs (even if it is in the house), I love the way he says "Pweeeeze" when he wants something and "Nah-Nah" (with the inflection of thank you) after he gets it. I love that he loves books and cars. (His first word was Mama and then Car.) I love the snuggles he gives and his kisses and how he runs his fingers through my hair. I love that he snuggles his "Puh-Puh" (puppy) when he goes to bed and he imitates his big brother and sister when he runs to "da-da" and runs to Daddy when he comes home from work. As crazy and whiny and "terrible two" as this boy can be, I still love him to pieces! Is he ever a climber! It's almost an hourly occurrence to find him on our kitchen chairs throwing whatever was on the table off and then getting himself on the table. I love how he raises his hand and says "me!" when we ask who wants to say the prayer. I love his blond hair and how he has his daddy's eyes, hazel green and gray and his daddy's "white boy" skin. (I'm still not used to being a "sunscreen mommy".) I love that he is such a cheeser when the camera comes out and that he pretends to talk on the phone and always seems to think that the person he's talking to is hilarious and laughs heartily during their "conversation."
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| Cute as button, but oh so into everything . . . literally! |
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| Why waste the chip if you can use a spoon for the salsa! |
