This is my sweet boy, Stockton. He has freckles that are growing together. He has teeth that are pointing in different directions. He is more silly than cool. He has the most dazzling blue eyes and lashes that any girl would die for. He loves being a big brother and is really good at it. He is athletic, kind, smart and funny. I would like to freeze time and keep him just like this.
Noticed I cleaned his bathroom and thanked me.

Decided it was time to master the Ripstick. He's getting pretty good.
Memorized his song for his piano recital and practices it daily.
Made a treasure hunt for his friends to find his new secret compartment in his room.
Decided he would either be on American Idol or a professional basketball player when he grows up.
Explained why he likes Sunday so much:
A) you get to eat whatever you want all day
B) you get to go to church
C) you get to see your cousins
D)you get to talk more reverently all day. This is good because sometimes the assemblies at school are 15 times louder than Maggie's whine (our dog)
Had his first ever double header baseball game and zonked on the couch at the end of the day. It was the "funnest day" of his life and he is going to love Super League, even if they get creamed each week.
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