Blake Blake Blake, where can I even begin? This boy has been such an easy-going, silly, joyous, free-spirit since I brought him home from the hospital. He was and continues to be such a good boy, such a good sleeper and feels every emotion so deeply, just like his Daddy. He definitely has his cute and sometimes frustrating quirks, but after the 4 years it took us to get pregnant and bring this little boy into the world, we will take him, quirks and all!
He used to hate hate hate getting his hair cut. He used to love it and laugh his way through them, but one time, my mother-in-law accidentally clipped his ear and he’s never been the same since. We couldn’t really take him to a barber EVER because he would scream and cry and make us look like stellar parents. So, I bought some clippers myself and started cutting his hair at home. Well, this last time, Gordon bribed him with ice cream (“if you don’t scream or cry or yell or push mommy away, we will let you eat as much ice cream as you want when you’re done”) and IT WORKED. He sat perfectly still, watching a show on my phone and it was the best haircut I gave him, probably because he stayed in one spot the whole time. Haha! But hooray for getting older and maybe slightly more mature 😉
Loves rice, hates pasta and tomato sauce on pasta. Doesn’t really care for meat either, because of the texture. We have yet to find a fruit he doesn’t like and also particularly likes goldfish crackers, yogurt, apples & peanut butter and pizza. …
