Be Careful What You Wish For

Once upon a time I thought it would be sooooo fun when my sister's kid was finally old enough to run and talk and play with Kenyon and be such a big boy.  

Now?  Not so much.

What happened to the little snuggle master that would cuddle in my arms and sleep away?

There's nothing like that new baby smell.  Auntie Lala couldn't get enough of it either.

By the way, what happened to the kid on the right?!

And now, we're stuck with this:

This ridiculously large, rambunctious, hilarious, smiling boy.  Although still kissable, he now can run away when he's had enough; and snuggles are not always high on his priority list.  Sigh....

Happy birthday, Kade, since apparently there's no stopping you. 

I suppose one of the few good things about growing older is you can start to have really deep, meaningful conversations with your grandparents.  

For instance: 'I'm sure my mom won't mind if I eat TONS more ice cream.  Trust me.'

'Did you toot?'

'No, I think that was your toot.  You can't blame all of them on me.' **

**This is not even close the the real conversations they had, but I like my captions and it's my story and I'm sticking to it.