I say this all the time but I really could follow this kid around all the live long day and be entertained. He's just plain funny. He's got character coming out of his ears. Even when he's being a pesky kid, picking on his sister or getting into mischief, I secretly just think that he's a crack up. He's growing into this little class clown, always trying to get a laugh out of us. He turns into a little monkey whenever the baby's around to get her to laugh. Then turns to me and says, "Mom, she's laughing!"
Good thing I love him too because lately he is wearing me out by the end of the day. At five o'clock today my day fell apart (when I mean fell apart I mean the children were breaking into tears in intervals and my counters were covered with attempts at dinner) and I told myself after it was all done I'd take him outside and go play, just us. Try to repair some of the damage that'd been done to our relationship in the past hour as I tried to protect dovie from all of his "love" and get dinner on the table in a timely manner. We all survived the witching hour and got to spend our blissful minutes outside before a story and bedtime.