candy cane Twain

My little candy cane Twain is now 20 months old. I bought his striped shirt a few months ago

and could not wait til Christmas so he could wear it.

Every time I see his little toddling tush walk by I smile ear-to-ear and call to John, "Do you seeeeeee what Twain is dooooing? Isn't it cuuuuuuuuute??"(Basically all the kid has to do is walk by with his little flipper feet floppin on the ground and I'm a puddle).

Twain is just funny because he tries to talk and be big...but he's small and has an adorable little squeaky nasally voice.

This baby(and by baby I mean youngest...the youngest is always baby regardless of age) is such a little know it all.

Everything is prefaced by "No thank you"...such as "no thank you diaper" if I try to change his diaper. And sometimes he's extra polite and will tag a please on the end. "no thank you diaper please".

He's an instigator. He and "Ayya"(Ollie) bicker and fight all day. Like they have full on arguments.

Ollie: "we're home

Twain: "NO. Not home".

Ollie, flipping out. "We're home!!!!"

Twain: "No, no home"

and on and on they go.

Or Ollie will push Twain and Twain will scream and shake his finger saying "Naughty Ayya push!" He is too much.

But they are also best of buds.

Twain likes to sit at the dinner table and blend in with his brothers. "Hi mommy!" or "Hi dada" he declares nonchalantly from his chair, as we walk in, as if he was just one of the boys.

Or sometimes he says "Hi dadas", when he's on a pluralizing kick.

Still loves his kitties and walks around carrying as many as his arms can hold.

He is so happy-go-lucky. Easy and smiley most of the day. But determined and will tell me what he wants.

Every day I thank God for Twain...he's such an amazing little blessing that makes me smile nonstop. Even if I am feeling frazzled, all I have to do is glance his way and I am instantly cheered.

I love this little munchkin from the bottom of my heart.