my porcupine.

dude is in love with toes

This boy, oh what can I say about this boy? Every day with him is an adventure. From knocking down the baby gate from the kitchen doorway in the mornings and getting himself a snack (an entire loaf of bread, a brick of cheese, a bottle of syrup...he's not picky), to fighting invisible bad guys and monsters with his finger-guns, to excited announcements of bugs or squirrels or the weather ("It's snowin'!!), to chasing his siblings around the house... With this boy there is a lot of noise, a lot of laughter, a lot of everything.

He is out of control outrageous. His laughter is infectious. Everything about him is loud and wild and big. His eyes, hands, feet, mouth -- big. His personality -- big. His laughter, his shouts, his squeals -- big. His enthusiasm for life -- big. His hugs and kisses -- b. i. g.

He is our Hulk-smash, our baby Thor (complete with a perfect, golden, silky-fine mop). I am so ridiculously in love with this kid. Even when he is being mischievous (which is pretty much always) I just stare at him and feel all gushy. He's adorable, and it makes it really hard to get mad at him. He's silly and weird and very, very loving. He makes me laugh every day.

Life just wouldn't be the same without my Porcupine.