He's Ten.

Logan is now double digits. I can't believe it. Time really does fly. I have loved watching Logan grow up. As a toddler he was the most adorable little thing. He talked in sentences at 18 months and cracked us all up constantly. He had such a big imagination and so many thoughts and opinions on everything. Lots of sound effects too.

Now he's big and always making me proud. He has changed so much in the last year. He is a go-getter and I'm still surprised. He wants to try everything and has confidence and a good attitude. He'a a leader and a clown. He's a worrier. He never thinks I'm watching Mack enough. He loves music and acting, soccer and basketball and watching baseball with dad. He loves scouts, his pocket knife, and swinging in the hammock. He teases his sisters and wrestles with his little brother. He is funny and smart and sweet. I so love my boy Logan (and love hippo wippo and ruffles too. And love that occasionally they get to sleep in his bed again). Happy birthday buddy!