My Little Man

Isn't it funny how the words "Momma's Boy" have a way of sounding harsh and cruel? "Daddy's Little Girl" doesn't sound nearly as bad. Why do I start my blog off this way? Because a Momma's boy is exactly what my little man is. And yes, he is MY little man. But he is also Daddy's big boy, and Poppy's little stinker and Papa's tank. And beyond the nicknames he is loving, kind and sweet. He can be frustrated and angry one minute, and telling you "I love you" with a huge hug attached the next. He does have a temper, that seems to be hanging on more and more as he gets older, but even when it gets the best of him, he is sure to be sweet soon enough. He loves to pretend play...with others and by himself. And unfortunately, anything can become a gun (ingenious, maybe, disturbing, yes!). He can be crazy silly, and quite the actor if the feeling catches him just right. He has lots of friends, and people who want to call him friend. And although he is sometimes shy, to the point of being rude, he will often warm up after a few minutes and become the cheerful, silly boy that everyone seems to love. He's my little boy, and growing up so fast.