My darling Caleb is 2. Enough said.
He is overflowing with spunk and syrup. I love him to pieces.
But he made the transition with the twins quite difficult. As any 2-year-old boy, he wanted to push, poke, and prod. Leaving him unattended anywhere near the twins was just out of the question. This made maneuvering through the house almost impossible.
We instructed him to "pet" the babies like a kitty cat. That was the best I could come up with. Words like "gentle" and "baby" just didn't register with him.
But he has turned over a new leaf and is a little smitten by Miss Ryan.
Wish I could say the same for her.
(camera phone photos!)
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I love that little boy, and he is looking more and more like Robbie!
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