It is amazing how one child can frustrate you to no end, and then at the same time, charm every inch of you into absolutely adoring him!
Clayton Matthew. My middle son. So adorably quirkly in so many ways.
He is obsessed with vacuums, brooms, and water towers. I don't mean likes. I don't mean loves. I mean OBSESSED with. He talks about them all day and in any context. He builds them with legos, food, household items. When drawing, he asks you to draw vacuums and water towers. He sings about them. He asks other people about their brooms and vacuums. He can tell you which water towers we pass on our way to different places we frequent. We're hoping this means he's going to be an engineer and not a janitor, but only God knows...
So quirky. And man do I love him. I could do with out the tantrums and whiny phases he falls into...usually about pacifiers. (I know, we NEED to get rid of them. I just need to wait until it gets consistently warm out. I don't think I could endure the transition to no-paci land while being confined to the house with him for all hours. It's going to be a ROUGH transition and I am dreading it. A simple "paci-fairy" or "let's send them to a baby who needs them" and then he's fine with it is SO not going to happen.)
But man, isn't he CUTE?????
