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I can't beleive it has been seven years since Hams was born. It seems like yesterday I was waiting and waiting (just about dying) for him to join our family. Hamilton adds a dynamic to our family that I just could't live without. I laugh more. I yell more. I get frustrated more and I love more. I get more hugs and kisses with Hams around. We also go through "pink" bubble gum more!
There isn't anyone quite like Hams. He is shy. Sometimes. He is playful. Always. Except when he is hungry. He never stops talking. NEVER. He knows how to bat those beautiful eyes and work 'em. (Just like Puss in Boots.) And, man oh man, can he loose his temper. But he has learned how to control it. Mostly. (He has only tried to ring Orin's neck once that I know of.)
Hamilton loves to learn. He loves to learn about golf and wrestling. He loves to learn about music and notes. He loves to learn about anything school related. (e.g. math, reading, spelling, and science.) And he loves to learn about church stuff, especially during our "gospel discussions" on Mondays.
Milton is super-duper loving. He loves to hug and cuddle up. He still will ask if he can sit in my "nest" when we watch a movie. (That started back in '07 when I was sick and couldn't do much but laze around.) Every night he likes to be tucked in and kissed goodnight. Nothing melts a heart more than a "Mommy, I love you." especially when accompanied with his big, beautiful, puppydog eyes.
One thing that makes Hamilton Hamilton, is his picky-eaterness. It is a wonder that the child grows at all. I'm pretty sure that all of his nutrition comes from cold cereal and oreos and once in a while, a hot dog.
Hamilton has style and swagger. He can breakdance and groove with the best of them. His hair, I think, speaks for itself. And, if you've ever seen him with his sweatbands on you'll know what I mean by style.
Hamilton has a laugh that is infectious. (Don't worry... not potentially lethal like swine flu.) He can giggle and laugh enough to make YOUR cheeks hurt from smiling at him. I wish I could bottle that laugh and let it out whenever I want to be cheered up. It really is a great characteristic of his.
How lucky am I to be Hamilton's mom? Very. He is one of my greatest blessings.