RAWR

What? It means “I love you” in dinosaur. And this is something EJ has taking a liken to. All day, everyday.
At a play date earlier this week, EJ bogarted the playhouse and held the door closed. 2 little girls really wanted in and politely knocked repeatedly. EJ responded with opening the door slightly and “RAWR” over and over again.
He also loves to wait until Jack falls asleep in the car and then scream “JACKSON” at the top of his lungs followed by a RAWR. Seriously its ridiculous. This is a result of the RAWR.

Instead of playing dolls. I play trucks and repeat “please don’t rawr at mommy” and “please don’t tackle mommy”. Ahh the life of a boy mom and its only just begun. I have two of them and judging from Jack making every other baby at the play date cry by just talking to them my kids are going to have similar personalities. Its a good thing they are adorable because I am going to have a head full of greys by the time we get to high school graduation.