He's One in a Million

Preston is a character.

He is adorable, and trouble all rolled into one.

It's a deadly combination.

Luckily he saves the 'trouble' for me.

When he is with other people he is just adorable.

Last week I took the two big boys to the nursery during my Relief Society Birthday Dinner. When I picked them up afterward I was greeted with a very familiar:

"Is he yours?! He is so adorable!"

To which I responded:

"Yep, and it's a good thing he's cute. It's the only reason we haven't sold him to the Gypsy's."

At times it can be too easy to focus on the tantrums and mischief.

Like the morning he threw a fit because I wouldn't sort his Apple Jacks by color.

I made him eat both the orange and the green ones.

There are several things he is doing and saying right now that are adorable, and I want to remember them.

Like the way he counts. He can say his numbers one to ten, but for some reason when he is counting objects he forgets one, two and three.

It is always "fourteen, sixteen, eleventeen."

Or the way he wants everything "like a bana." When I give him a granola bar or string cheese he insists that I make it "like a bana," by peeling down the sides of the package like a banana peel.

He loves to sing and dance like "Apple Jackson."

He puts on his beanie, aka his Apple Jackson hat, and jams out to Beat It, and Smooth Criminal.

Oh, and I can't forget his version of the famous Little Richard Song, Tuni Fruni on Runi.

Or the way he belts out, "She love you, ya ya ya."

The Beatles would be so proud.

Thanks to his father and big "brudder" he is constantly quoting Harry Potter:

"Wingardium Leviosa" and "swish and flick."

And at the end of the day he insists on taking his turn reading the

"Book of Norman."

He really is an adorable child.

When he's not screaming or breaking my stuff.