Once upon a time, we thought we'd never call him "Jonny."
That was before we got to know him very well.
Back when he used to nap right next to the loud playing of two older brothers, we assumed he'd have the laid-back personality of a "Jonathan." And then we hit about 2 and a half, 3 years old. I think that's when the party started. And probably when the "Jonny" stuck.
This is a boy who is always ready to have a good time. Picture Tigger in a 5 year-old's body. Every morning, every morning, he is the first to wake up and bounce right up the stairs, then bounce into our room, assuming we have just been waiting all night to see his adorable face again.
Just like a Tigger, he never seems to get injured very easily. He simply bounces. For example, last night at a basketball game, he fell backwards down the bleachers, hitting his head pretty dang hard. Everyone around us gasped as he lay there. He paused, then smiled huge and said, "That didn't hurt at all!!" Then he jumped up and smiled at all the attention. Gotta love 'im.
I love that he's little enough to still cuddle on my lap. I love his ability to have fun no matter where he is.
I love his one-liners: "Hope!!! Knock it off or I'm gonna call 9-1-1!!"
He wears me out. In a good way.
This picture should've been my warning....I had a major charmer on my hands....