In case you were wondering, this gorgeous hunk is my newly turned three year old little boy, Brady. He had big brown eyes, bites his lip like his Grandpa Mercer, and can’t pronounce his B’s (“I’m Bee!” means he is three.) He is sweet and stubborn, cuddly and tough, happy go lucky and the devil himself when he wants to be. He loves pointing out construction equipment and correcting me on whether something is an excavator versus a bulldozer.
He started school the other day and loved it. He ran in and sat and never cried. I’m so darn proud of this little boy, I just can’t tell you. I also got the biggest, tightest squeeze when I picked him up that frst day. It was the highlight of my week.