This is our three year old son, Henry.
He's funny, sweet, ornery, and a bit like having twins, because when it comes to dismantling the house, he does the damage of two.
We have been incredibly entertained by Henry this past year. His funny phrases, mannerisms, expressions are priceless.
Henry is "all boy," as we like to say. If dad is working under a tractor, he's right beside him with tools in hand. In his sweet little mind, there is always something to be hunted, and nearly everything can be made into a gun - coat hangers, Legos, kitchen utensils....you get the picture.
He's also hopelessly attached to his boots. "Bobby boots" in Henry terms.
They are like an added appendage to his little body. Boots to Henry are like basic black to the fashion-conscious - they go with everything. Everything.
Dinosaur Long-Johns for instance.
He's clearly ready at a moments notice to answer the door should anyone happen to be visiting our remote farm at 7:00a.m.
Caught ya - red handed!