This man. This little man.

He isn't this little anymore. And he thinks bedtime, is sing and yell at the top of your lungs time. Poor Kate. I don't know how she gets any sleep.

He sits up and bounces and talks and yells and takes off his socks and throws his binky around. He snuggles his blankies and screams into his blankies.

If you have heard Ryker's high pitched voice, you may be surprised to know that Sawyer may be louder than him.

He could possibly shatter glass...

His voice just lowered an octave. He's wearing down. And Russ just walked in with an ice cold Coca~Cola for me.

Ahh.

I think I'll go see if I can get myself a back tickle while he watches soccer.