Try and tell me that those cheeks aren't completely edible. I'm already madly, truly, deeply in love with this little man and can't wait to be his favorite aunt (somewhere I hear sisters and sisters-in-law crying out in protest). More pictures to follow after a weekend spent eating my little nephew up.
Quick sidenote: somehow my beloved son Colton has taken to calling me "Joker." As in The Joker - you know - the villain from Batman? I thought it was a little phase that I could laugh off. One that would hopefully last a day? Maybe two, max. That just wasn't to be. Here are some things I've heard in our house lately:
(During prayers): "We're so grateful for the dinner Mom - I mean - the Joker made us."
"Joker, come wipe my bottom."
"I love you Joker."
And the kicker. (While bringing me a copy of Evan's The Dark Knight DVD and pointing to a beyond creepy picture of Heath Ledger): "Look Joker, it's a picture of you!"
Niiiiiice. It wouldn't be so bad if Evan wasn't affectionately being called Superman and Cade, The Hulk. How did I get stuck being the only villain in the family?