A friend of ours is a pilot and describes our little man as 'all thrust and no vector.' I'm not a pilot so I don't know what the heck 'vector' is but I'm thinking it means, this kid never slows down.
He climbs like a monkey, runs like a deer, laughs like a hyena, tackles like a bull, has a temper like I've never seen and gives the absolute best hugs and kisses.
It's not like we didn't have any warning he'd be a handful. I had morning sickness so bad, there were days I was so weak that I could hardly stand. Preterm labor, not once but twice. And when he decided he was truly ready to make his escape, he did so with gusto. He arrived 2 hours after my first contraction. It was a good thing we didn't tarry or some poor state trooper would have had the honor of delivering him (Bill would have been passed out on the road...unless he crawled to the grassy shoulder before keeling over).
Despite the manic-level of excitement he adds to my days, I can't imagine a minute without my little squishy-lipped muffin. We love you baby Shane!
Hammering nails on his new workbench
Hiding under the cake table
Waiting, waiting to blow out the candles
Cheeseburger deluxe
Waiting for Aunt Honey and Jenny. Get used to waiting on girls, Shane. We take time to do things, but we're worth the wait. :)
This is his "I love DeeDee so I'll wear my funny party hat" smile
Ready, set
Blow!
Ta Daaa!
Couldn't you just eat him with a spoon! He's so stinkin' cute! 
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