Sure, he still craps in his pants. But we call Landon a big boy anyway. He certainly has the attitude of a three (times 10) year old. Although he's easily mistaken for an 18 month old, due to his small stature, he is all attitude and feistiness.
He likes to occasionally throw things at me, grab my tail, and lick me (yes, he licks me, isn't that ironic). He also has the mouth of an old sailor, except he says words with more syllables. Oh, and he's totally into dinosaurs.
Ergo, this cake:
Which Landon thoroughly enjoyed:
Wyatt also enjoyed it, just a lil' bit.
And, of course, the family photo. I can't help but notice that someone is missing. And to that, I say "I hate you all."
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