Adventures in Boydom

My baby in 2005

My eldest son gets more awesome every day. Gone are the whiny 7s, replaced with a surprisingly helpful, 8-year-old, do-it-the-first-time kind of guy. He passed up a birthday party and a fancy cake for homemade Angry Birds cupcakes and dearly desired XBox 360. I love that! You can see that the baby softness of his face is fading away, replaced with harder angles to match the awkward grown up teeth in a still child-sized mouth. I love my quirky, bright, kind L. With freckles like that, how could you not?