Well Dress Me in White And Call me Princess Leia

"abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz, now I know my ABC's next time you WON'T sing with me.."

His favorite color is blue, and he tries so hard to be like his older brother.
He can be quite cranky, and has on more than one occasion sullied his clothes.
He is my precious cheeky young Chubs, my dear Sullivan. His moods change like you wouldn't believe. He's heavy on his feet, and I'm trying to teach him to take it easy on things. He grows easily frustrated, and is very strong willed. Remember he was my inspiration when he gave up his "blank" to help me get over my smoking habits.

He wakes up every morning, asking for Lucky Charms, and every morning when I show him the pantry and tell him that we don't have Lucky Charms, he'll debate it with me.
Have I mentioned that he's only 3 and one half year old?

He cries over Tom and Jerry ending on the TV, he gets mad at Benjamin for waking up and crying in the morning, and while walking down the hallway early in the morning you'll hear him (Sullivan) scream, "BENNNNNNNNNNNNN STOP CRYINGGGGGGGGG ,YOU'LL WAKE UP JACKSON IN HIS ROOM!!!!!!!!!!!"

But his eyes twinkle when you tell him fun far away stories. He's a smart little tack that recognizes letters, numbers, and can even count up to 20+. He wants to learn how to write, he told me today, so I started with the words he requested: "I LOVE MY MOMMY.." (you see? Just like his brother Jackson had written)

When he laughs, his entire body laughs, deep within his precious protruding belly, and he may like to get dirty, and cause a bit of a rift, but if he sees something that doesn't sit right with him, he'll call anyone out on it. He's not afraid to be himself. Sure there are guidelines and structures that are important things that Bigdogg and I as parents do need to teach him, but I refuse to stifle his independence.

Recently he's been into asking me what types of cars are outside. Mainly when we're on our walk back from taking Jackson to school. He knows coupes and sedans,convertibles, and trucks, and well, you're getting the point. So I'll move on with the dialogue of him and I as Ben sat in the stroller looking around as we rounded one of the blocks to return home for Nappie time:

Sullivan: "Mommy, what's the name of that white big car?"

Mommy: "That's a Toyota, Sullivan.

Sullivan: "No it's not, mommy, a toy Yoda plays with Han Solo, that's a white SUV, like the bad guys and those tan droids."

Mommy: 'not even going to push the envelope with this one,' I think to myself. So, he's into Star Wars too, just like his big brother.'

How adorable is that?
Between his rendition of the ABC song how he doesn't want to sing with you, and the toy comments, the things that come out of his mouth, oooooh, I absolutely love!!

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