How do I love thee...let me count the ways

As I am checking my email this morning, I am being serenaded by my sweet (mostly sweet anyway) little 2-year-old son who is awake early this morning after keeping him up late to terrorize all the patrons at our local mall with my neighbor and her two children. (How cruel and totally backwards is it that the later you keep this kid up, the earlier he will wake up the next day???)

The sweet smell of fresh cut hay from the field behind our house wafts in through my window and the even sweeter strains of that little voice (which can be quite loud) are drifting into our office uttering words (peppered with screeches for good measure) of "All right GTO! Hotdoggin! You be CAREfulllllll!!" and "CRAZY, dude! Funny kid."

He must be having a car show in his bed this morning with all the cars he insisted he needed tucked in with him last night.

I love this kid! I think I will go and smother him with kisses.