and still the cheekiest, grubbiest, most adorable little monkey.
Landon can walk, run, say just Mama, Dada, Digger and Nah, and read 40 books in one sitting without getting bored. He's obsessed with animals and trucks and being dirty and it turns out boys really are that straight forward. Feed 'em and run 'em. That's the truth. The little tike still wakes up 1-5+ times a night and is up for good between 4:30 and 5. Grrrr... But his awesomeness and his highs are so ridiculously out of this world that we forgive him all his terrors and troubles and feistiness. This is him, just after lunch today, hiding my precious things, causing general mayhem but still looking so ridiculously angelic and sweet.
People always say, he's just so stinking cute.
I say, it's a good thing, too!
God knew these monkeys better be darn delicious on the outside so that we didn't devour them when their insides were causing all sorts of disasters!
I love you, Landini. You keep me on. my. toes.
