Button

He got his name not for being cute as one, but rather because just moments after he was born, he tried to eat one. Though he is as cute as one, too.

Button turned two last December 15th, and is quickly approaching three, which is fantastic because I don’t think I can handle any more of the terrible two’s, and the threes aren’t quite so bad.

He doesn’t talk much, but he’s very good at getting his point across. If he wants some milk, you’ll find yourself being beaned on the head with an empty cup, little things like that. He enjoys physical activities far more than the Punk does, such as being pushy, climbing things, and throwing things.

He also has a love for the artsy side of life, however, and joins his brother in painting walls and coloring on himself with permanent markers. His favorite mode of expression as of late however, is to paint designs on himself with peanut butter. I don’t know why.

Overall though, he is a very sweet little monster. He loves hugs and kisses, and tries his hardest to be as helpful as possible, even when daddy isn’t as appreciative of his trying to cook with whole jars of spices as one might think he should be.