It’s that time of year again: Summer vacation. When every day is the weekend and I get to spend all of it with this guy:
This guy, who won’t leave the house without either his sunglasses or his necklace (still trying to get photographic evidence of his fondness for costume jewelry).
This guy, who learned that splash pads and fountains are exhilarating.
This guy, who is a mustache growing, tank top wearing, lady killer.
This guy, who wakes up every morning yelling, “Mommy Leah!!!”
This guy, who tries his hardest to get out of trouble by repeatedly asking, “What did Mommy say?”
This guy, who sits in my lap every day and yells, “Mommy hilarious! I LOVE you Mommy!”
Best summer ever.