I need days like this and pictures like these to remind me to cherish where he is right now, at almost 2.5, at almost going to be a big brother, as the first born.
He's got a quirky way of holding up his arms when he walks around wearing long sleeves.
There is more depth in his eyes than anyone I've known.
He grabs onto a concept, like being a triceratops as taught by Daddy, and makes it too cute for words.
While he looks so much like his Daddy, I know this child has genes from my side of the family.
Nothing has to be chasing him. He doesn't have to have a goal; there doesn't have to be a ball in sight.
Baby, ahem growing toddler boy, loves to run!