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Obviously my next post would involve bragging about my “youngest son”, by 14 minutes. We lovingly call him “The Mayor” because upon meeting you, or anyone, he will shake your hand and say, “Pleaseameetcha”. (Please to meet you for those who don’t speak Kid). He’s always got his hands in his pockets and walks around like he’s overseeing everyone. He rarely will agree to wear pants without them. He’s much different than his twin brother and not just because he has blue-gray eyes or perfectly poker straight hair. He’s the most easy going guy I know. He adapts to change without a word and he’ll gladly give the last cookie to you. He’s all about making you smile and making you proud of him, which I am every minute of the day. He’s a strong and confident boy and full of encouragement to the underdog (i.e. brother). He loves to show off his latest skill such as whistling and will do it every time he walks into the room by saying. He is a leader and you will often find him paving the way for his “big” brother (hence the photo choice below). He is also a lap cuddler and takes all the hugs and kisses he’s offered. One of my absolute favorite things about him is that he is always so excited to see his siblings. In the morning you can always expect a super high pitched squeaky greeting as if he hasn’t seen them in days. He is over the moon when we pick up his sister from school. I can’t stress how lucky I feel that even though I do have rough days, they never outweigh the great ones. And even though sometimes I count the minutes until bed time, I count the ones until I see them in the morning faster.

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