Tomorrow.....

Tomorrow, my youngest and last born child will be four. My how the years roll by. I remember being concerned that Colin would grow up "challenged" and now he sits at the "adavanced" table. Colin is my daredevil and risk taker. Fear is not in his vocabulary (except for the dark). He loves to cuddle, but not too much. He loves his "froggy" more than me I think sometimes. He learned to ride his bike without the training wheels while he was three and now he rides off ramps and make wheelies. He is always dirty and has a runny nose to wipe on his sleeve. He is all boy and for that I love him. He is polar opposite from his brother. Tall and skinny with sraight blonde hair. He doesn't want to sit still long enough to eat, there are just too many other more exciting things to do. He is just like his father. He is very laid back and does not get emotional (unless he is pretending to shot a gun at you then he is full of emotion, BANG BANG!!!) My baby is a big boy now........