Ah, Brady. Our little feral child. Andy is convinced we could release him into the wild and he would survive on his own. I'm convinced there is truth to that and this is why he always quickly bonds with animals.
This kid has tons of personality, the sweetest little face with big round blue eyes and wild tangled rats nest hair no matter how short we cut it.
Brady got a bit of a raw deal. He was born when Drew was just 13 months old, just walking. You know how they say women are super fertile after they have a baby? It's true. I was on low dose birth control and Brady was conceived the VERY FIRST TIME Andy and I 'knocked boots' (heehee that saying is so crude but it just cracks me up) after Drew was born. But he has not suffered any horrendous fate. In fact, he's just the kid to handle such a careful balance of attention.
Brady is a much moodier kid than Drew was when he was 2. He turned 2 this month and since about 18 months he has been screaming like a banshee any time someone hugs him, takes a toy from him, gives a toy to him, or does not pick him up when the thought crosses HIS mind, never mind whether he has asked or gestured for someone to do so.
But in the last 2 months he has become extremely affectionate, where he was not from about 16-22 months. Not at all. Now he just comes over and snuggles occasionally throughout the day. And boy oh boy does he LOVE that little sister we just gave him. And he has always adored his big brother.
Everyone who meets this little guy is just head over heels for him.
Bradyisms: Where Grew? Where Daddy? Where Grew? Where Daddy? A WOBOT! A PUPPY! Where Grew? Where Daddy? A wobot, momma! A wobot!
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