For Holton Jace

There is nothing staged and pretty about these pictures. These are just a couple shots of Holt napping on the couch. I sometimes get caught up in the cuteness of Marin and momentarily forget that Holt is as much 'little' as she is. At the young age of 17.5 months he became the BIG BROTHER. He was instantly the monster of the house, towering above our newborn girl. We expected him to act and do as an adult. But he is not and our expectations had to be scaled back quite a bit.

Holt is ALL boy, all the time. He loves to throw, kick, play in dirt, tackle his sister, run in the yard with Trixie, slide down slides head first and backwards (I'll get calls the first day of school), smash all things with all things, jump, splash in the mud, kick the mulch, throw the mulch, and hot rod his cars down the driveway.

I love him for all of those things. And I have to remind myself daily that he is just a little boy. So what if we nap on the couch curled up with our dog with a pink blanket? Who cares!!

Holt... you're the BESTEST, BIGGEST, LITTLEST BROTHER AND SON!! Keep up the boy-ness!! It keeps you're ol' mom and dad firmly planted on the ground.