That's my boy...

I have decided to dedicate this post to REECE. He is quite a character. He has a mind of his own for sure. He is easy to please and will pretty much do anything for candy or gum (or marshmallows at his grandparents house). He is completely and fully potty trained now since I have learned this about him. Ha! He had a several day sweets hiatus during some bad potty times (I'll spare the details) and he was sort of like a junky. It's not like he gets candy and gum all day long, but we all like a little treat, right?

He says some of the funniest stuff and is attached to his ragged old puppy. He likes spaghettios for lunch almost every day--straight out of the can, no warming for him. He sings constantly. Loves his brother. Loves his "sis poo." Was born to be a middle child. Is obsessed with play-doh and the thought of getting moon sand for his birthday (which will not happen).

One night last week Scott was tickling him and he was laughing his head off. Cackling. All of a sudden he started screaming...."DADDY, STOP!!!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE MAKING THE PEE COME OUT!!!!!!!!!!!" He released him to the bathroom and just cracked up. Um, yes, that is my boy for sure.

The next day it was storming a little off and on throughout the day. There was one giant boom of thunder and it scared him half to death. I calmed him down and then later in the afternoon it started storming again. Here is how I found him:
Puppy in hand, blanket over head & surrounded by pillows. I'm not sure what's up with the "senior pose" hand on chin, though.

Wets his pants when he laughs, afraid of storms, it may be a rough life--I would know.