Well, he isn’t much of a baby anymore.  But he’ll always be my baby.

Here is the buster in question:

I want to make sure and remember what a funny combination of traits exist in this little person right now.

For instance, he is poetic, like when he dreamily observed to me the other day while watching the wind blow outside, “Mom, I think that we learned music from the trees.”

He is observant and funny, like the other day when we were listening to “Heros and Villians” by the Beach Boys on the way to school when he said, excitedly, “Whoa, Mom, I didn’t know that so many dees and das could make such a great song!”  (He routinely asks for rock music on the way to school. Preferences, preferences.)

He is imaginative and totally enamored with the thought of making a cool tv show about Kung Fu Dinos and he’s already come up with the theme song for the show.  That is, he is totally enamored with the idea today…..who knows what special idea will occupy his thoughts tomorrow…

He shucks his clothes the moment he walks in the door from school.  He’s the reason that we are instituting a no shirt, no dinner policy — in November, no less.

He loves Journey and has brought the house down on more than one occasion by launching into “Don’t Stop Believin'”, which he adapts lyrically to his use no matter what the situation.

My little buster with giant blue eyes — I love him a bushel and a peck and a hug around his neck.

Happy Wednesday, y’all!