Andy, like any little boy, has his moments of being a terror. Sometimes he uses his hands more than his words. Sometimes he likes to run over Julie's dolls with his tractor. Sometimes he wipes his nose on my pant leg.
But then, the rest of the time, he is this sweet, caring, gentle boy.
Who reads books to his great grandmother.
Who explains every picture to her, even though she can't see the pages or hear what he is saying.
He is an amazing little man, well, big man, getting bigger every day. And every day I am so proud of him!