Dean Michael.

Facts: 3 years old, impatient, clumsy, adorable, loving, irrational, sweet, polite, loving, can swim like a fish, loves fish, loves his cat, loves his grandparents, loves his grandmothers dog, loves his cousin Evangeline, loves his Mom & Dad (we hope anyways.), endearing, tricky and smart. Potty trained. Can tell you what he wants. Hates to read, hates that I try to teach him his ABC’s. He loves to build and put things together and figure out how things were made. Future engineer, or doctor, or anything else because he’s a little genius that’s also trying to teach himself piano and has been trying since he was 10 months old to learn that darn piano at Mummum’s house.

I couldn’t imagine a world without this child. His birthday is in September, I have a beautiful set of Sapphires to show off his birthstone, including a ring that I can’t even get off my finger without amputation because I’ve cracked my knuckles so much that they just won’t let it come off, which is fine by me. I love that ring.

This picture to the side is of him showing Mommy he picked her a flower. Seriously, who wouldn’t want a little boy like this? I’m teaching him to be a gentleman and kind to women. He knows when I need a hug & kiss. When he see’s flowers he instantly goes “Mommy! Mommy flowers!”

I love you, kid.

I also talk way too much about this kid, which I know most of what he does is only interesting to me, I get that, but I can’t help myself. All you other parents probably talk way too much about your kids too. It’s just what you do, so don’t condemn me. This is after all a Mommy Blog.