My little man

Being child number two leads itself to not being as worshiped as child number one. I want you all to know that even though this little precious, sweet, innocent, climbing, jumping, toilet playing and drinking, growling, squealing, 4-wheel riding, dog torturing, huge portion eating, little guy is my little man. I love him so much for exactly what he is...even if it is COMPLETELY different from my first born. Here are a few pictures of my little man one day while his sister was at school.


I wish you could hear the sound he makes when his face looks like this. It is one of the best sounds you could ever hear.


This is Collin trying to lay down on the window seal and take a nap. He tried over and over again until I distracted him with the trash truck that came to pick up our trash.


I just love the way he looks in the light in his room.



For now...I hope Collin keeps doing all of the things that make me love him more each day....oh, except maybe the toilet drinking. Ha, Ha!