How He Rolls

This kid cracks me up.
He's growing right before my eyes.
He understands it all, yet he's a boy of few words.
It doesn't matter to him though, he still knows how to get what he wants.

This is how he rolls.

Like:
getting the best seat to the oranges.

 
busting out the front door at EVERY opportunity.
loudly proclaiming meeeeee (please) to a second spoonful of Nutella. (or any other treat.)
flinging our bedroom door open, but whispering mama, mama when I'm asleep.
sitting on the potty like he sees everyone else in the house do when he comes sauntering in, clearly uninvited.

his ecstatic ooo's and ahhh's to life happening all around him.
yipping like a dog and crawling on all fours.
racing to the car to NOT get in his car seat. Olivia's is much more appealing.
his stillness when Tangled is on.

his faces
his love of fruit snacks. More of an obsession, I'd say..
racing to me with dirty fingers - poo poo. Hence, the onsies..
running to his bedroom window to watch Dad, or the kids come and go.

Not matter how he rolls, we love this kid.
Absolutely adore him.