Suddenly, someone is starting to get game. That’s right, the boy loves to kick the soccer ball…and while true, there is still a small portion of the klutzy gene in there, he actually is pretty good. I mean, who wouldn’t be with size 11.5 shoes (the size of a 4 year old).

Now, if I could only get him to catch the ball when it doesn’t come anywhere near his hands.  Focus boy, focus…

And then there is the goofy, goofy run.  Imagine running on the tips of your toes (the good) but with your arms swinging wildly underneath you (the ugly). You know the Phoebie run from Friend’s….well SOMEONE has perfected it.  It has to be the oversized feet, right?

Oh how I love Santa. As in, you better be good because Santa is watching you.  Mama, Santa on top of our roof?  Why yes he is.

Let’s just say, that the little guy has been on his best behavior this week.  Wink, wink

And then there was this. Mama:  should we make a list for Santa. Little guy (quiet excited):  I want cars, a dump truck, little people.  Mama:  do you want some Legos. Little guy:  Ugh, yes….as in what planet are you from Mama. Who wouldn’t want Legos!