Buster is such a rascal, getting into everything, throwing toys at people's heads and then scouling at me and running away, because he knows he's in trouble. But. . . he makes us laugh every day. He holds out his arms and says "Why" in a deep low voice. It's his way of growling and charging a person. He says "Oweeweewa" for Olivia. Anytime he bumps his little head or stubs his toe or runs into anything or we take something from him or or or, he blames it on "Wuddow" saying in an angry tone with a scowl on his face "No no Wuddow! No no Wuddow!" over and over again. It's so hillarious to watch him bump his toe on something and look at that something and yell "No no Wuddow!" It's Warner's fault about 70% of the time though so I'de say Buster gets it right most of the time.
He plays with my hair now when I hold him, and every once in awhile for no reason at all he will lay his head on my shoulder and give me a hug. It gives me the butterflies and fills my love bucket to full in an instant.
He gives Jaron the biggest excited face when he gets home from work. No matter where in the house Buster is, when his Daddy gets home, he starts running towards the door. Then as soon as Jaron opens the door there is Buster to greet him with an excited "Da Da!"
Tomorrow will be his first day in nursery. I think to myself that I should be sniffing, because on the one hand it means he's growing up, but really I'm shouting for joy, because I can finally go to primary in peace. He has definitely kept us on our toes at church for pretty much all three hours. I'm excited for a break.
I love this little rascally, sweet, inquisitive, playful little mooch.
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