I ask myself how I make it through each day all the time. I do this because I live with the cutest, sweetest, funniest man on the planet, and a son that seems to be just like him.
Case in point:
What Daddy does, Oliver does.
How can your heart not burst with this?
Not content to simply make Mommy's heart burst with love and pride, Oliver decided to throw in a little panic.
He now rides his ice cream truck like this. A couple of times he eve put one leg down to push it. What 15 months old child does this? Is this normal behavior? Am I destined to have my first heart attack at 28 years of age?