Another 'Do

Nancy asked me what Loumy's hair looked like after telling her that it took me six hours (in two separate sittings) to complete. So, here it is. I feel no need to apologize for bragging about my son. Hopefully when he is older and reads about my gushing here, he will remember more about how much I love him and less about the times that I lose my temper.

I think if anybody had ever told me that one day this beautiful boy would be mine, I couldn't have believed that I would be so blessed. He has such a tender heart. He has such a cool sense of style. Yes, I buy his clothing, but he usually dresses himself and ends up doing a great job. I mean, check out this outfit. He put it together himself, complete with his backpack worn the same way that Diego wears his. And he requested the hairstyle. He tries to come get in bed with me every night during the middle of the night to cuddle and is sometimes successful at getting by Molly. He can't pronounce his "r"s. He asks me this question EVERY SINGLE DAY, sometimes up to 15 times per day, "Mom, can I be your big brother?" My answer is always yes. Sometimes he then asks me to name him. Once that is done, he runs off to play. Sometimes I choose his name (most recently he was Uncle Rico for a few days). Sometimes he gives me choices ("Do you want me to be Derek, Bosco, or Steven?"). He loves sports. Anything to do with a ball is interesting to him and he wants to try it. He can crash on his bike three times during one ride and still get back on (thank goodness for helmets!). He gets along well with other children. He likes to make his sisters happy. He likes to tease his sisters, especially getting their goat by copying whatever they say. He always asks, "Can us...?" Instead of, "Can we...?" He loves to snuggle. He sits still for six hours to get his hair done. He learns things very quickly and is starting to write letters. He is in awe when he gets to be around older boys. He thinks his older cousins are super cool and always talks about them but then gets shy when he is around them so they think he might not like them (ie. big Andre and Beau). He likes to pretend that his shoes are roller blades. He prays every night and "thanks" Heavenly Father that my hair will grow back and that he will get two skateboards. I think of the whole family, his prayers are usually the most sincere and thought out. He thanks God for what has happened that day that made him happy and he always includes, "Thank you for my Mommy and my Daddy and my Sistuhs." I love this boy so much that sometimes I think my heart will explode.