Little dude

My little dude. My moral compass sometimes. He reminds me if I am spending too much money at Michaels, or yelling too loudly at people who cut me off on the road. He loves an organized clean house which I can't always give him. He loves me, I remember his great big eyes staring at me when he first saw me at 3lbs4ounces,tiny face all eyes. He loves his daddy and thinks he is so cool that he sometimes tries to replicate his hairstyle. He loves his twin, his little brother by 5minutes, his other half. He loves picking on his little sister, but if you mess with her (or brother) you will regret it. He is sick today, poor thing.