Busy.

Busy is typically one of the first words people use to describe H.

And busy he is.

From the day we brought him home from the hospital two years ago he has completely joined in the craziness we have going on around here. My grandma T was often amazed that we would bring H just about anywhere with us. To baseball, to soccer, to preschool graduation. To church, to restaurants, to outdoor festivals. By the time he was three months old he'd already flown a handful of times and had spent more time in his carrier or stroller than anywhere else.

It was no surprise that when he started moving, he really started moving. From scooting, to crawling, to walking and now full out running. He is always on the go.

My mom used to give me a hard time and said that I caused this little one to be so busy because I never sat still when I was pregnant with him. For a long time I laughed this off but then I realized there was probably some truth to this theory. I vowed that the next pregnancy I would do nothing for nine long months so perhaps I would have a child that just likes to sit and relax. Well needless to say, so far my plan has been thwarted.

Due to this child:

This child who decides that he would rather sleep in swim trunks than pajama pants and that even though we own a Kitchen Aid mixer would like to hand mix the cookie dough.Who wastes no time getting full of mud and makes sure that I get more exercise than M and friends at soccer practice. (Just imagine me chasing a two year old on and off a soccer field for 60 minutes straight.)

Climbs atop the counters every opportunity he gets.
Apparently he wants nothing to do with this sitting and relaxing business. And honestly, I think he has hopes for another busy body just like him, because sitting and relaxing, that's not a part of his plan these days.

100% Busy Boy.