And next is Andy. Andrew George. Andy Roo. Roo. Rooster. Andyman. Andy is my stubborn child. The two day induction that is now almost 6. The surgery at a week old because of a benign tumor in his chest. The child who scared me and brought me so close to God. He is also loud. And boisterous. He's a climber. The only child to ever warrant an emergency room visit. He has long, skinny monkey fingers and toes, which goes swimmingly with the fact that is middle name is George and his favorite character is someone Curious. Speaking of, Andy loves suffed animals. They each have a name and are very special friends. He sleeps with five or six nightly. Andy is the sneaky one. With dimples. He holds everything inside. He talks alot (just not about what he's feeling). He never cleans up after himself because he's realized that eventually, someone will do it for him. Andy wants to be a pediatrician. His kindergarten teacher told me that he's so smart he may be gifted. He is an old soul. He is my second son, my confirmation from God that I am a good boy mom. I love him so and wouldn't change him a bit.
Trevor of course, always has to show Andy who is bigger and older and more capable (according to him).
Me, Me, Me, Me!