Happy 5th birthday, little man. You're my favorite sidekick, my best cuddler, my personal food critic, my defender, my stunt man.
I say this as though he reads my blog. I'd explain my reasonings, but I have to go put Happy Birthday, Gianni, on my Facebook wall, as though he has Facebook.
I will leave you with funny pictures. Cuz he's a funny boy. And we have had no weird doctor visits this whole year! I mean, we've had normal ones, but no embedded Q-tips in body parts, no allergic reactions, no flesh eating bacterias, no stitches! I'd say 2012 was a good year for the G-Man.
|Aw! He's so much cuter than a bowling ball! That 24 hr labor was worth it!|
|I'm sorry, what? My parents are who?|
|Totally found it like this.|
|Only room for one cute kid. Take her back to Walmart, mom.|
|Again! Get lost, sister!|
|Bringing sexy back. Look at those abs!|
|I said, milk! Bring me milk! And maybe some pretzels!|
|Do these glasses make me look fat?|
|Time to escape this fully clothed society...|
|How YOU doin?|
|Uh. Yeah. I have no witty caption for this one.|
|He's handsome from every angle!|
|Again with the nudity. I apologize.|
|I miss his curls.|