For some reason, this picture cracks me up. Peyton will be six in just a month and I can't believe how much he changes daily. He's always been my fashion conscious kid but lately it's taken on a life of it's own. Everything must match, everything must be "boy". And by that, I mean, last week when I couldn't find socks for him on a particularly hectic morning, I let him borrow a pair of my new socks. They fit him fine and he was only going to daycare (school was out for winter break), so no problem, right? Wrong. Turns out, Peyton didn't take his shoes off ALL day because his mother committed the ultimate crime of putting him in "girl" socks. I don't get it but whatever. When we're all lounging around in our comfy-wear, Peyton shows up in a button down shirt and pants. I have a feeling the teenage years will prove very expensive for us.
Now it's on to Robbie Rotten. Shew. This kid is a handful and a delight all rolled in to one. He amazes me every single day with the words he learns and the things he knows. He can count to 10 now, speaking sentences (his favorite is "I don't know" when you ask him why he did something), he's very technical and can figure out how things work faster than I can most times. It's hard for me to believe that he's not even two yet because of how much older he looks and acts. People who see him/are around him are shocked that he's not even two yet. He'll cross that milestone on March 4th. By this time next year, he'll probably have found the cure for cancer or something at the rate he's going!
But boy oh boy...this kid is a mess! He's in to EVERYTHING, he's curious about EVERYTHING and EVERYTHING has the ability to make him mad. He's definitely my boy all the way.












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