Is going to be FOUR in about a week?! Because... I can't. I just can't. That teeny baby who cried every time Popaw picked him up, then subsequently turned on Nana. This child who barely spoke to anyone outside his immediate family and that cried so HARD when my bunco friends would come over and dare to be in HIS house. This baby who was born knowing how to scowl at at anyone but his immediately adored older brother.
THAT child is now a singing, friendly, can't stop talking to save his life little BOY. He can still scowl along with the best of them. But his bubba or "Trentren" is still his favorite person.
I just can't grasp that he's so big! ::sigh::
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