You are the only 1 of the 3 boyz who looks like Mommy's side of the family.
Your big brown eyes are like a Willy Wonka vat of chocolate.
(Speaking of brown) Your newest word is "poop". That's always your answer (whether it's true or not) when asked what's in your diaper.
You so want to pee-pee in the potty like your big brothers, but everytime you try, nothing comes out.
You love playing baseball like your Eldest brother.
You got your 2-year molars before your 3rd and 4th bottom and top teeth came in.
Nonetheless, you were
Our family nickname for you is "Seagull" because you swoop in and grab whenever there's food around.
Accordingly, you cry when we clear the dinner dishes if you haven't yet had a chance to eat off everyone else's plates first.
This morning Eldest remarked to you, "Baby, today's your birthday! That means you get to do whatever you want! You can even bite!"
You bite when you're frustrated. Your favorite target is Middle's back, Middle's arm, Middle's leg...(notice that Middle wasn't the one giving you permission to bite on your special day.)
You have a bad habit (besides biting, that is) of head-butting.
You have the greatest head of thick brown hair. Mommy refuses to let Daddy take you to the barbershop to have it buzzed off.
You are my determined little daredevil. I don't think that the phrase "I can't" will ever be a part of your vocabulary.
You never walk. You always run.
Today, when we went to visit Daddy at work, you ran smack into a glass door, bonked your head and fell straight back. It was like a cartoon. Mommy and Daddy both laughed
Your blue blankie and your thumb are your security. But you have to be holding onto the dingy tag on your blanket in order to suck your thumb.
You are my last. There's a special place in my heart just for you, my youngest, my unexpected, my third boy. You make me laugh, you make me melt. You are my Baby.