The boy always wakes up with a big ass smile on his face. What a pooopiedooo... His Lil T voice echoes down the stairs when he wakes up and calls out my name so I'll get my ass up and come get him out of bed. I love it cuz he's all lovey-dovey in the mornings.
At the ripe old age of two, he knows he gets what ever the hell he wants out of me by batting his eyes and saying.... "pweeeeeze Nana".
He sucks me in with the way he snuggles up against me, like I am the one who can keep him safe and warm when it's dark, cold and scary.
The bugs in our backyard don't stand a chance against him. He's all about catching bugs, he just doesn't realize they smooch really easy.
The little redneck has already been schooled in the difference betwixt the Ford and Chevy while sitting on the front porch with Big T.
It's impossible to get mad at him for being bad. It's impossible not to know when he's done something he shouldn't have... You can see it in his eyes, the little brat.
Little T has ambitions of being a total rock star. The girls get all giddy when he's flowin on the mic.
The way he has filled my life with a special joy and happiness, something I didn't even know with my own kiddies. Not that I didn't love them. It's just muy differante.