He Came Bearing Wimsy

I saw this title on another blog post a while ago and it stuck with me. To me it describers my youngest son perfectly. He is a comedic soul in the body of a very serious child and when the funny side shines through... MAN does it burst. This little spitball of fire that is my three year old is awesome. He still prefers his dad to me. I would say almost to a fault but there is no almost about it. It is plain and simple. He likes me, but he LURVES his dad.
He is into telling everyone how big he is and he is starting to want to do every thing his older brother does. Including saying and laughing at potty words. So in keeping with the spirit of doing things his brother does,he does time out. Just like his brother.
He still naps. Most of the time. He tattles, mostly falsehoods because he quickly learned that he can control the fate of his siblings by what he says. Don't worry, he only wielded that power for a short time before we were onto his game.
He loves all things boy. Even if he has NO clue on how to play them. Currently BeyBlade Metal Fusion are a passion. And he has no idea why except for the fact that his older brother and his older neighbor friend has them.
He is an awesome AWESOME little guy. We are thrilled to have him :)

For record sake, a couple of his favorite phrases:
"I LIKE to be naked!"
"What the heck?!"
And replacing various words in his sentences with poop.