Why I love my toddler

We call the baby Bubba, much to my mother's initial dismay. Bubs, Bubba-Chuggers, Bubba, Brady, and the scoldy sounding "Son!" when he is being mischieveous. (which is during a lot of his waking moments) Last night he was cracking me up.

That is veggie soup and cheese puffs on his tray. Nice, huh? :)

He is a ham. A handful. A looney kid. But he has brought so much joy to our household, words could never come close to describing it.

Here's one more for the road... the kid likes lotion. No, really LOVES lotion. Likes to put it on me, his cheeks, the comforter... and last night, he put it all over Daddy. Huzzabin's head has never been softer.

The shit we do to keep him enterained!

xoxo - SR