4 years old

To My Toby,

You are four years old now. You are so sweet and thoughtful. You always say thank you and are always willing to help clean up your messes. You adore your baby sister and think the world revolves around her. You are very smart and very athletic. Your teachers at school say you are an angel. With this sweetness is also quite the spark. I sometimes say you have a temper to match your red hair. When you are naughty you are the naughyest - someday I will have to tell you all about the "adventures" you have taken me on. (You are the reason child locks were put into cars, and yes, because of you I know that spanking is not the answer - your daddy once decided it was time to see if a spank would reform your naughyness and your response to that first spank was to look at your daddy and say "that didn't owie"). You keep me on my toes constantly and you ALWAYS make me smile. You are beautiful, wild, loving, strong, happy, and our family would not be complete without you.

We Love You!

PS - The below picture is of you opening one of your presents. You thought it was socks at first, you yelled: "Socks? What the - I'm going to throw you in the trash". And that my boy was a direct quote.