Baby boy is three. How that is possible, I don’t know. TIME FLIES! A little about him: He’s a cuddler, a doofus, and a silly boy. He keeps me company while I write, curling up on my right side while I sit in my recliner or on my bed and work. He gives Bailey a hard time at the bottom of the steps on her way up, trying to play King. (Hence the crown). He has some bad habits that I can not post anywhere on the Internet. It’s just too humiliating. But he makes up for it every other way. He isn’t Buddy’s replacement but he has filled a hole in my heart and he definitely adds joy to my life. So HAPPY BIRTHDAY SILLY MAN!