On Friday, McLain turned eight. It's amazing how fast he has grown up and how much he has changed in eight very short years. While he is still my cautious, mostly quiet, and very cuddly child, he has developed into a little man with a sense of humor much like his father's. Just like his Daddy, McLain loves to gross me out and make me squeal. He also loves to write me little love notes that make me just a bit sad because I know they'll stop coming one day soon. He adores Keaton and plays with him all the time, wrestling and dueling with light sabers. Currently, he is reading the Harry Potter series, which amazes me because he is only a second grader. Recently, McLain started playing soccer and loves it, especially because Clay is coaching. I think his baseball days may be over for good. My little man has definitely grown up a lot this year. Perhaps, I should invest in that brick to put on his head before I find myself with a teenager. :)
