I am dangerously close, if not already there, to the point in which my blog becomes more "the cute things my child does, and oh, look at how smart he is too" than me, but I just can't help it. If the boy wasn't so cute, then we wouldn't be in this predicament. I am not sure what every other "mommy blogger" (oh, how I hate that term) excuse is, but mine is that it just can't be helped. The cute stories just erupt from my mouth, or fingers, in this case, before I even realize that I am doing it.
So, without any more excuses, and before my mind can catch up with my fingers, let me just say that Ad's latest is being "best friends." He loves to snuggle up in between me and E on the couch, or put his little chubby arms around our shoulders and say, "We're best friends" or "Are we best friends, momma?" I just melt like butter at that squishy little question. I know, I know, the dangers of being your child's best friend.... But he's two. And he is TOTALLY my best friend right now.