Brady turned 5 years old last week. It's so hard for me to look at him and wonder where the time went and how did he get to be five years old when it seems so recent he was just struggling to crawl off his blanket. In a sense he's still struggling to test the waters off the edge of his blanket. He's very imaginative and clever and convincing. If this was my first rodeo, I might believe some of his wild stories:)
Such a perfect little five-year-old face.
The blue frosting on his cupcake was VERY blue and stuck like glue.
Blue glue on Drew
Brady has a very nice network of old and new friends. I pick him up from school once/week and can easily tell that he is likeable and well-liked by his preschool group. He's a busy little guy, constantly making up games with crazy ever-changing rules. He doesn't require complicated toys because a short length of rope and a small stick can spark the best little Rube Goldberg invention.
Brady is a beautiful little boy and a joy to be around. Except when he isn't. But isn't that true of all of us?
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