my baby is four, officially.
he thinks he's grown. when he was two, he told people he was five like his brother.
this boy is snakes and snails and puppy dog tails.
we always had to work hard for ben's affection, yet crosby surrenders to us when we are needy for his hugs and snuggles (i hope he's that way forever).
true to his zodiac sign, he is a bull.
he has spent his whole life breaking things, most of the time unintentionally. he plays and loves with force. don't mess with this kid.
he is our family comedian. he is hilarious without trying very hard.
since he was old enough to smile, he has had a glimmer in his eyes. it's mischeif.
he is unafraid.
he is independent.
he thinks outside the box.
he adores his brother.
he hugs until it hurts.
instead of "hold me", he says "holg you".
(see he's still my baby afterall).
he eats few things, but what he does, he eats with voracity.
especially cheese grits, like a proper southern boy.
he still growls when he laughs, which is and always will be one of my favorite sounds.
he loves to paint and write.
he tricked us into thinking he couldn't recognize his letters until one day he wrote the entire alphabet. stinker.
he has a vivid imagination and loves to play pretend.
he's a good friend.
his favorite song is 'supersoaker' by kings of leon ond requests it on the regular.
he is my sidekick and has spent more time with me in target than is probably appropriate.
i look forward to seeing who he will become.
for the past three years, he has charmed my socks off.
i love you, crosby.
thanks for completing this family.
love,
momma
crosby turns three.
crosby turns two.
crosby turns one.
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