It's hard to believe our adorable little man is already 14 months old. This little munchkin gets all of his energy from his father. The kid is constantly on the go, similar to the old cartoon, Road Runner. Brian and I are like Wile E, Coyote chasing him around the house (or wherever we may be).
This just about sums it up.
Bryson loves the trash truck. Yep, he's all boy. I mean, as soon as he hears the truck coming, he starts yelling "truck, truck, truck" and then Niko starts barking like the truck is here to take him. Suddenly, it becomes a madhouse, and off to the window we go. The two boys watch the truck in amazement. You would think the ice cream truck came to live in front of our house. There was even a time when Bryson was in a deep sleep and he heard his truck coming. He popped right up as if he had been awake, started yelling at the truck and pointing to his window.
This reminds me of when I was to young for kindergarten. I just had to be outside every morning to wave to the school bus. I ran so fast to the front yard, held on to the fence, and patiently waited for the bus to pass our house. It made my day. So, I completely understand the importance of the garbage truck.
Well, as much as I would love to post more pictures and tell more stories, I must sign off. This blog has taken me far to long to post for as small as it is. I have experienced some glitches on this website tonight, and unfortunately, I have exhausted my patience for trying to complete our Cravalho Family Update. ;)
Goodnight to all!
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