My boy...the boxer and NEW TEETH!

Since Rubin is in Tampa for work all week it's just me and the kid. He is already sick of me. He just sits there looking forlorn saying Dada. Poor him. We went to the mall today with his little buddy Julius and I discovered that my son likes to hit. He just walked up and smacked the crap out of poor little Jules. Jules thought it was funny and hit him back...much to my chagrin. The rest of the day was spent holding down monkey boy's hands as he attempted to assault his friend. All I can do is just grab his hands and say "No hitting...gentle". I hope to god he cuts this out at daycare when he starts. Maybe they will straighten out his little bully butt. He has gotten his top canines...haha! He is so cute with his little fangs. The bottom ones are coming in now...so soon it will be goodbye hippopotamus teeth. Sad for me. I like hippo teeth. He has the most beautiful smile. I noticed also that he hasn't said Mama in like, 3 days. He has, however, taken to calling me Caca. Great. Well...that's what I get for calling him poop-butt I guess.