We have had four years with the soft, squishy bowling ball that keeps everyone kind and happy in our little family. Derek is loving and lovable and and generous and empathetic and very concerned about everyone's feelings and well-being, unless he is trying to get a rise out of his brother (which he has perfected to a science). His laugh is hilarious and contagious and gets him out of all sorts of trouble, along with his ability to apologize so sincerely and make such a big, pouty lip.
Derek is very often something else--a cheetah, a rancor, a giant rancor, a baby rancor, a puppy, a T-Rex--and he also has a pet puppy, Rover, that likes to knock him to the ground. He is also wildly creative and loves to tinker with things, so if I ever find things taken apart or put together oddly (like a long string of stacked lego heads) I know a baby rancor has been by.
Derek loves eating, has a sweet tooth to rival his father's, and can put away a whole donut in about four large mouthfuls. He loves legos, animals, trains, games, shows, reading, scootering, and tools. He loves to be snuggled and to fill his bed full of animals and blankets and will often fall asleep clutching a car. He falls asleep fast and hates to be woken up for any reason, especially at night with a full bladder (or the consequences of a recently empty one).
To many more years full of many more rancors, donuts, and legos.
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