My Little Man

Sending out a little love to my little stud. I was in the middle of a really smoochy photo session this afternoon and Marshall started hanging around saying "take my picture..." I just love this kid's expressions! He's a little bit Zoolander and a little bit goofball.
He's been such a doll lately. He has become so aware of my feelings and is always asking me "You so happy Mom?" or "What's wrong Mom?" I'll have to get it on video to really capture the charm in his voice. He says it all drawn out and concerned. My favorites lately are when he'll ask me what's wrong and once I answer he'll say, "Oh. I'm sorry Mom." The other day he was being a little annoying in the store and when he noticed I was exasperated he asked me this sweet little question like he really cared and when I explained to him that he was bugging me and I wished he would stop he was so genuine and apologetic when he said sorry in his little drawl.
I wouldn't say we're experiencing the "terrible twos." We endure some terrible moments but truly Marshall is so much fun and brings so many smiles to my face. He's so smart and repeats so much. Not only what he hears, but what he sees too. He's incredibly talented when it comes to putting things together. He builds a mean castle/tower/dollhouse (it depends on the day what his creations are called) and figures out puzzles quicker that I can. He just zips through them. He's also a great problem solver. I always find myself smiling at his quickness to fix problems and work through challenging situations. I probably need to thank Curious George for the influence in that department. Luckilly we haven't seen much of George's trouble making at our house. Yet.
Marshall's gained a great love for his Uncle Chase. He used to just scream at him, "NO CHASE!" whenever he saw him, but I'm glad his heart has softened before Chase leaves for his mission. He'll talk to Chase on his toy phone and ask multiple times in a day to "go to Chase's home." Not Grandma's or Grandpa's. It's Chase's home. Marshall also loves his little brother. He loves to run to help Tyler when he hears him wake up. He will randomly get right in Ty's face and tell him he loves him (it makes my heart melt!!!) and that they are friends. Which reminds me... I usually lose track of how many times a day Marshall will stop what he's doing to come and tell me he loves me. What a sweetie. What a stud.