Gotta Love Him

This is his "grumpy old bear" bath towel.

Brett is three now. And you all know three means cute. We had such a rough beginning, the Brettness and I. I really think there was a point when I wondered not if I would love him, because I did, but if he would really get into my whole being the way I wanted. Well, he has. He's just TOO CUTE!!

This is eating toast with jam after visiting the Pillow Case Haircare Salon.

Sometimes Brett likes to play a game with me by wiping off my kisses. I of course respond in an appropriately insulted "don't wipe off my kisses!", which sends him pretty much into hysterics. I think the last time we did this was last week. Yesterday I sat down on one of the sofas in our family room downstairs. Cole and Brett were watching a video, and Brett came over to me, and snuggled right in. He started rubbing my face, and said "I'm sorry" with this look that only Brett can give. I said, "Honey, what are you sorry for?" Because he really hadn't done anything yesterday to be in trouble. "I'm sorry for wiping the kisses." *blat*

And here's another one just to show you what a slave-driver I am with my kids. Actually I was trying to decide whether the potential broken dishes were worth the photo! I was very surprised to see them working in such cooperation!