Little man, you already act like you're fifteen. Must be the whole second child thing. You're well in the throes of terrible two-ness yet still remain our blankey-clutching, thumb-sucking cuddler. You're totally a ladies' man and flirt with any female you meet while running errands with mommy. You've been known to shout "Hallelujah" in the middle of Harris Teeter. You also delight in chasing your family around the house with bristle block guns while gleefully shouting "I shoot people." (It's a boy thing, I'm hoping?) You love driving your car around the house, holding of course a lunch bag and doctor's kit--you so love your daddy. You go with the flow better than the rest of us. You both adore your brother and bite/hit him on an hourly basis. (Again, a brother thing?) You like candy, carbs, chocolate milk, chik-fil-a, italian food, and yogurt tubes. You are crazy tall--off the growth chart. You love sports, both on TV (to your dad's great amusement) and in the backyard. Everyone comments on what a sweet child you are, and it's so true.
Happy Birthday, Thomas!
And check out what big brother found at the party store amidst the streamers and balloons. It kind of freaks me out (which of course pleases him to no end).
