My second blog post celebrated Leif at six months. And now he is SIX. Crazy.
My friend took this video of Lola singing ‘Happy Birthday.’ I didn’t want to post it because I’m in it, and I detest videos of myself (especially when I’m hot and tired and *singing*, ugh). But I thought some of you might get a kick out of it, so I’m trying not to care and hitting ‘publish’ anyway.
Here are links to pictures of Leif growing up here on the blog, just for fun:
One and a little (and my other *little* boys!).
Leif is like a labrador puppy. He is darling and huge all at the same time. His enthusiasm knows no bounds. He is loud and his body is in constant motion. He is everyone’s best friend. He is sweet and loveable. He pouts. He is stubborn and difficult to train. He makes huge messes. Oh, but you can’t help but love this kid, with his puppy-dog eyes, his snuggles, and his sweet, sweet personality.
I think I'm going to be in trouble when this kid hits his teen years...