Friday, July 29, 2011


He puts this outfit on every morning. He can hear the i-cream truck a mile away. He makes dead men out of playdough. He calls lamps "lanterns" and the tv "twee-bee". He thinks scissors can open anything (doors, umbrellas, cartons of ice cream). He thinks anywhere away from home is called "New York". He only wears the Diego football undies if it's the one where he's wearing a helmet, the other ones aren't safe. He makes me put a band-aid on his ankle every night before bed. He thinks I smell like a wolf.  He's one of a kind.  He's all mine.

3 comments:

Janessa said...

Love, love, love that boy! He is a one of a kind and I love every cute little thing that makes him Maddox.

Janette said...

This made me laugh, what a Maddox!

Jodee said...

Ah ha ha! He only wears the diego undies with the helmet on! That is too funny. He must be safety conscious too ;)