My baby boy turned 4 yesterday, y'all!
I need to stop calling him my baby boy. I might turn him into a softy cupcake. I have loved watching him grow up from a tinsy baby to a ruff and tuff little dude but something in me wants him to stay Momma's little guy a bit longer. Good thing this next baby is a boy. It might help me get over the fact that Rex is a baby no longer.
Here is the story of Rex.
Long before he was born, his Daddy had already chosen the name Rex. It's a good solid manly name and in Latin it means king which is my grandma's maiden name so I guess you could say it's a family name in a way.
It's surprising to me that Rex is so thoughtful because when he was born, he came so flippin' fast that I had no time for the epidural to work and I involuntarily gave birth to him naturally. SO NOT considerate of him. But I instantly forgave him when I saw him and his chubby cheeks.
The plumpness in his cheeks quickly spread throughout the rest of his body and he became a butterball:
Note the chunkiness. The BABY, not me. Anyway...
Rex rocked the mohawk or momock as he called it:
And on Halloween, we got creative:
He loves his sisters and is most-of-the-time-sweet to them:
But catch him in one of his "off moments" and you will find that he can be quite the grump:
If I could describe him in one word, it would be thoughtful. For example, the other day I was getting ready to go somewhere and the kids were staying home with their Daddy. Rex saw that I was leaving so he went into the garage, turned on the light, and then opened the door of the van for me. What a sweet boy. Or maybe he just wanted to get me out of there quicker.
Anyway, I absolutely love my kiddos all the same but there is something about a little boy that makes his mommy's heart melt.
Okay, you can grow up now.