WINST

Is just the cutest. And he deserves more than poor quality phone pictures detailing his childhood. Unfortunately, such is the life of a third child in the 21 century world. He will just have to wallow in self pity surrounded by the vast amount of wooden trains and the almost bigger Big Hero 6 fascination of our house. 

Violet has taken to only wearing "Baymax panties" in case you were thinking the world quit stereotying and created gender neutral underwear, nope, she's currently wearing size four boy's underwear. Which is replacing her "Hero of the Rails" Thomas boys size 2 underwear. 

But Winston is the sweetest. He loves to cuddle and sometimes after I put him to bed, he cries just for another hug. 

 He has next to no capacity for pain and is constantly falling over, somersaulting off couches and out of shopping carts and occasionally crashing into metal gates.

None of which seems to hurt him. If I wasn't familiar with his father, this lack of pain/caution, combined with his ability to stare at a car for a very long time, would have made me wonder about brain damage.

He also LOVES our car. He would happily play inside the roomy 11 seater van, for several hours at a time. Turns out so would Scooter.

Scoot climbs in the car with us every time, in hopes he can come with us. Sorry, bud, you stink too bad.

He also has a temper. A really, really bad one. We have termed him the "Tasmanian Devil" because his tantrums often dissolve into him spinning around in circles, grabbing anything he can get a hold of and hurtling it out of his way. 

But he is so darn snuggly. 

Also, NEWS FLASH, he has started speaking this is nearly a 6 months before our girls. He says:

Hello

Car

Go

No

Milk

Mama

Horsey

Has been rumored to say:

Flower

Maggie

And a host of other words I've forgotten.

Let's keep this up Winst, prove to the world a Hughes-Smart child can string together a sentence before 2 and a half years old. We're counting on you.

We sure do love this kid.