Peek . . .
James is two today. Which seems odd to me because I have thought of him as two for a few months now. But now it's official.
Today he sang to himself "Birday to you, birday to you, birday to you." And you know what? He's just about the most beautiful child I've ever seen. With his shaggy blond hair and his blue blue eyes, his cute grin, his precocious ways, his primitive sentence structures, and the way he always calls me Dad and then corrects himself, he never fails to make me smile.
Except for when he makes me want to scream.
James won't let Daddy out of his sight.
Blowing out his candles
The look on his face when we revealed his new tricycle
I love that boy.