This is the baby of the family. A 2 year old, 30 pound bundle of anything you can imagine. From squishy hugs and big, wet kisses, to mischief you would never dream of.... to date he has scratched a computer monitor with a pebble, almost/may have nuked a Wii console, crayons drawn on things you would never imagine, and kitty cats that are surprisingly still safely in one piece and love him to bits. Today was a potato head day for him. Every time he turned around, he was dragging out the tub of them. They don't just have A potato head... they have a entire crop of them, complete with a better stocked wardrobe than my 17 year old daughter. As the youngest of nine, it is safe to say that he requires a LOT of attention. But when he gets out that tub of taters, he will play happily for quite some time, until some of the others come and bug him. This one was quite sick when he was a baby, for his first 3 months to be exact. As a result, he nursed... a LOT. Fast forward 2 years and several bouts of severe pneumonia and asthma later, he is still nursing. And he loves those "tatoes" so much, that when it was time for bed last night, I asked if he was ready to nurse, I got temporarily turned down while he supervised the putting away of said potatoes. Now that lasted all of about 15 seconds tops... he went from, "Not et" to "Me nurse now" faster than he turned it down. Pooper Nanen is quite something else around here. I'll write more about this one very soon, but we have 8 more to go, and everyday life around here besides...
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