Wes is right in the middle of my absolute favorite age. Still a baby (still nursing, though dada asks him daily when he's going to be done), but with so much personality and hilarity. Wesley is so very talkative. Best of all, he is spot-on with all of his verbal intonations and expressions--for example, he has already mastered yelling at Luke for his attention, in exactly the same tones that the rest of us use. And though I didn't think it was possible to increase our general decibel level, I'm now quite certain that Wesley is our loudest child.
Wes loves to be involved in everything, loves to snuggle, wrestle, be outside, loves to run and dance and wiggle, loves music and singing and pretending to play the piano. He loves food and seems to have inherited a massive sweet tooth from his dad. He loves books and reading (though is our most vigorous book-ripper to date) and gets very excited when everyone is watching football.
Wes dislikes being restrained (mostly by his brothers), having his toys snatched, being told no, and when his brothers get attention from mama.
He brings such fun to our lives!
