Eight years

This boy. 

Eight years ago, I was making desperate grabby hands as the delivery staff worked to get my strangled baby to breathe. He finally hitched in a good scream, turned from blue to pink, and he hasn't stopped making noise ever since. He's a rascal, a reader (with sound effects), and a constructor of instruments of DOOM. He's a happy person, and if he gets snarky he does so under his breath and then runs for it. His heroes are Reese from Malcolm in the Middle, Milo the farting airbender from Legend of Korra, Fred and George Weasley, and Rainbow Dash from My Little Pony - the slapstick troublemakers. His favorite comics are Calvin and Hobbes, the Lumberjanes, and Nimona. The man he most idolizes and wants to be when he grows up is Dav Pilkey, author of Captain Underpants, and he writes pages of stories with explosive little drawings in his spare time. He's the best kind of trouble, this boy. I love him so much.