Special Education Teacher

I often get the question, "How's work going?" And its crazy how such a question can bring on so many different emotions. If I were being 100% honest...work isn't going great. I don't know how to give people an idea of what my work days look like, but I'm going to try.

To start my day one of my students with Down syndrome comes and I work with him and his aide on different things. He is very fun to work with. But some days, he decides he doesn't want to work with me. He pushes me out of the classroom and tells me, "NO!" Those days my feelings get a little hurt. Or when things are going well, in the middle of our time together another aide will pop their head in to tell me another student is misbehaving and needs my help. So then I have to leave and that makes me sad to miss this time with this student. If I'm pulled away it is because a student is refusing to comply, listen, work, be quiet, etc. Sometimes the student is having a meltdown and the teachers need my help to calm the student down. Although working with these students comes naturally for me for the most part, it is still exhausting to remain calm and collective when a student is yelling, throwing things, destroying classrooms or hurting themselves.  It take a lot of focus to not lose my cool and start crying with the student. So...if something like this happens at the very start of the day...I'm totally exhausted the rest of the time. It is considered a miracle day if there is not at least one type of meltdown that has happened.

My next student I work with is very tricky. He is full of energy and often becomes aggressive (physically or verbally). It is hard to get him to stay focused on a task, and sure takes up my energy!

The next couple hours I get to spend with are 2 students with severe cognitive abilities. I have a lot of fun with them, but sometimes one of them will be in a "bad mood." This "bad mood" will look like: talking back to the teacher, refusing to do work, saying mean things to others, complaining about everything and anything, etc. This student is full of sass and it can be cute at times...and not so cute for other times. This time is usually interrupted for me to go assist other students who are having a hard time. Again, I have to help these students through their meltdowns, which makes me exhausted.

My last official class is a Social Skills class. This class is full of some quirky personalities. Some days the discussion and the lessons go great. Other days its a complete mess. I never know what to expect with this group.

The last part of my day is spent with my behavior kiddos. I try to make the rounds and see how they are doing in their classes. Often times my "prep" turns into spending time with a student and making sure they don't have a meltdown.

I forgot to add that during any free time I'm working on IEP's (paperwork) and testing students for eligibility for Special Education. Lately I have no free time.

But despite all this craziness...I love these students. I get very emotional thinking about the amazing spirits these students are and how much Heavenly Father loves them. Sometimes I literally feel like I'm in battle for these kids. I'm not always the teacher other teachers want to hear from, and I sure am not winning any popularity contests...but I will fight for these kids. I want to make sure that they feel wanted and loved while at school.

So how is work going? Work is going. It is hard, but I have to believe it is worth it. The day I stop believing that is the day I stop showing up to work. I am seriously grateful for the people I do work with that make this job just a little bit easier, I couldn't do it without them! For whatever reason, this is where I'm supposed to be. It is hard for me to always see why, but I try to focus on my students and do what little I can do for them one day at a time.

2014 Thoughts

2014 will probably go down as one of the biggest years of my life. Here are just some of the major things that took place:

• I graduated from college. Took 6 years, but I did it. I have a degree that I'm actually using. It feels like such a huge accomplishment. I did not know exactly where my education would bring me, but it brought me to a place that I continue to learn new things every day--and I love it! Student teaching sucked. I hated it. It was an awkward situation that I wish on no one. I hated having to "be in charge" of another person's classroom. I was supposed to implement my teaching and rules in the middle of the year with a class full of students who still looked at their teacher as the one in charge. I was also recovering from ACL surgery and was on crutches for a good portion of it. It was stressful and my confidence was low. I loved my students, but had mixed feelings if I was to really be a Special Education Teacher. I started to think of a plan B. What could I do with my degree instead of teaching? Then I finished in April and started applying to jobs. I so badly wanted to teach in a High School self-contained class. I applied to over 8 positions. Had about 6 interviews. And got no calls, no offers. I was feeling pretty crushed. Each interview made it harder. Then one day I got a call for an interview for a Charter school in Springville. Wasn't the ideal location, or the ideal job. But I took the interview. They offered me the job on the spot. I was shocked. I went home and prayed. I didn't really want the position, but I needed the job. I was getting married and we needed the income. And so far all the high school positions had been filled. I had the feeling I should take the job. I haven't once regretted that decision. Working at Reagan Academy has been amazing. Everyone talks about how hard the first year of teaching is, but I love it. I love my co-workers, my students and the school. My confidence is back and I feel very good about my decision to become a Special Education teacher.
• As many of you know, in December 2013 I tore my ACL playing soccer. This turned into surgery, that took me out from playing soccer for a whole year. I'm still not back, but am working on playing very soon. Through this experience I have become very grateful for my body. I missed being active and being able to hike, run and do a lot of summer activities this year. Our bodies are amazing. I'm grateful that I get to play soccer again! It has been a very long year without it. 
• I got married. Probably the biggest thing that happened this year by far and the best. The best advice I could give anyone is marry your best friend. Just last night Bryson and I stayed up til 2 am just talking. I felt like a little girl at a sleep over that didn't want to go to sleep because she was having such a fun time talking. I have never laughed so much in my life since Bryson entered into it. We are super poor, and live paycheck to paycheck but we make it just fine. When I think of Christmas this year, I realize I already have gotten the best present and don't feel a need for anything more. Bryson is such a blessing in my life. He listens to my vents of the day, he holds me when I cry for stupid reasons and he is there to make me laugh at any time of the day.

I feel very blessed this year. I know this time of my life is very unique, and I'm trying to enjoy each moment of it!

Married Blog

I started a new blog for my husband and I. I plan to still keep this one, but will probably update the other one more. If you are following me here, follow me at my new blog too! The address is: 

http://brysonandstacy.blogspot.com/

Marry Me

Baby is it time to set the date
I'm shaking and my heart can hardly wait
And everybody wants to know the fate
Of this forever
You can wear a suit and I'll wear white
We'll make your mom and daddy dance all night
Underneath the stars that shine so bright
When we're together
And at the end of that day
With the rice on the floor and the friends gone away
All that will matter to me is you
It's meant to be
Marry me

("Marry Me" by Cherie Call)

 

June.

I can't believe it is June, and I get married this month. It has always felt like it would never come, but here we are 10 days away from our happy wedding day.

Sometimes it still feels surreal, and like I will wake up from this beautiful dream. I feel so lucky. I have found my best friend, and he loves me.

7 months ago, if you had asked me to predict what was to happen I would have been so off. I even cut my hair in December thinking, "I'm not getting married anytime soon, so I have time to grow my hair back out." Now, I can't even imagine my life without Bryson.

Most of you know that a couple weeks ago I found out I have mono. There was about 9 days I basically didn't leave my bed. It was pretty miserable. But you know who got me through it? Bryson. He stayed with me in the ER, he rubbed my back when I threw up and he came and hung out with me when I couldn't do anything. I got a glimpse of how he will continue to take care of me the rest of our lives. I cannot wait to marry this man.

I just had to share a photo from our pre-wedding day photo shoot. I told myself I wouldn't share any of these till we were married...but oh well. Enjoy the sneak peek:

143

On Monday, Bryson and I were on my couch talking. It was just past midnight. He grabbed his phone frantically and quickly went to his app that is counting how many days we have seen each other in a row.

He then stood up and said, "I have to go to my house real fast." He immediately started walking to the front door. I quickly, followed and said, "Wait, can I come with you?" He said, "Oh yes, come with me!"

So we rushed over to his house. I had no idea what the heck was going on. I was laughing and giggling like a little girl. I just am so in love with him, and find everything he does adorable. Especially when he is frantic and excited.

We get to his house, and he runs up to his room. He comes down with an envelope and gives me this:

He then went on to explain that today was our 143rd day of seeing each other. He had found this a month ago and saved it for this day. The number 143 means I LOVE YOU.

Could I ask for a more romantic guy? I feel so lucky. And so loved.

Today marks 144 days of seeing each other in a row and 30 days left til we seal the deal.

Bryson

I love this man so much. He has yet to disappoint me. He goes above and beyond to make me happy. I feel so lucky I get to marry him and call him my husband for time and all eternity.

Yesterday I graduated from BYU. It was a big milestone in my life, and Bryson had told me he had a class he couldn't miss. However, he surprised me and came! While I was waiting to get seated I got a Snapchat of him sitting by my parents! I wanted to cry. He just is so thoughtful and loving. I couldn't ask for a more perfect man for me.

June 12th cannot come soon enough!!! 47 days left and I'm so excited.

8 Roses

Thursday April 3, 2014

Bryson told me he would be working til 7 that night and that he would have to meet me at institute. I had no idea he was proposing

7pm--I got a phone call from Bryson, he told me he was getting off work and that he wanted me to meet him at my neighbor's house. I thought it was kind of weird, but I said okay. I got to my neighbor's house and I texted him to tell him I was there. He texted back and said to come in for a bit. Again, I thought it was weird, but didn't have any idea what was going on. I went into the house and asked where Bryson was, they told me he went out back. At that point, I thought something was going on. As I walked outside I saw a rose and note on top of the hot tub. (Every Sunday night there is a group of us that go hot tubing in this hot tub.) The note read:

It was here that I got my first inclination that you liked me. I think we will like hot tubing for the rest of our lives. 

On the back it said:

Go to where we first exchanged that four-letter word. 

We first said I love you in the parking lot of Gold's Gym. So the scavenger hunt began. I went to Gold's Gym and found by a tree another rose with a note. The note read:

Remember what happened here? We said, "I love you" for the first time. That love continues to grow ever day. 

On the back it said:

Go to "our park"

So I went to "our park" in Cedar Hills. There is a park with a bench swing that we have gone to many times. We have had some of our deepest conversations there. By the bench swing there was another rose with a note. The note read:

What else is there to say but this is "our park"?

On the back it said: 

Go to where we first kissed.

So I went to the Thanksgiving Point movie theater where he first kissed me on our second date in the middle of the movie. Outside the theater on a table I found another rose and a note. The note read:

I bet you weren't expecting what happened here. For the record, I could sense that you were in shock after our first kiss. 

On the back it said:

Go to where you became a champion.

So off to Provo I went. Bryson had seen me win my championship intramural soccer game before I tore my ACL. It was the one and only game he had seen me play. At the soccer field I found another rose and a note. The note read:

You can be my champion for all eternity. 

On the back it said:

Go to Banana Leaf

Banana Leaf is one of our favorite restaurants. We have been there lots, and love the food there. Outside the restaurant is a little gazebo, there I found another rose and a note. The note read:

I was realizing how great you are at the same time I was realizing how great this place is.

On the back it said:

First Date

Our first date was at Comedy Sports. We both talk about how awkward we thought we both were. Outside Comedy Sports there was yet another rose and a note. The note read:

I'm with you on this one, this was an awkward first date. Good thing I knew you were awesome when I took you out so we kept it going; and how grateful I am!

On the back it said:

Meet me where you can look upon the temple that we'll be married in.

9pm--I made it back to Highland to the park across the street from the Timpanogos Temple. I found another rose and a letter this time. The letter was from Bryson, and in it he told me how much he loved me and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. While I was reading it, Bryson came walking out with a suite and tie on. He got down on one knee and proposed. I said yes.

My sister Kristy was with me during the whole scavenger hunt, and took the pictures of the last stop. 

I am so excited to marry Bryson Carrier. He is my best friend. He understands me, makes me laugh, makes me feel adored and loved, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with him. 

June 12, 2014 will be the happiest day of my life so far, no doubt about it!

Love.

To keep up on my 2014 goal I need to write a post before March is up! Life has been so busy, but so good. I have fallen in love with Bryson Carrier. He is so good to me. We have currently seen each other 98 days in a row, and we are not even sick of each other.

This next month I'll be graduating and finishing my student teaching. I can't wait! This will be a good summer and I'm excited for the future.

Teacher.

Today was one of the longest, hardest, funniest and most rewarding days. I can't even start to tell you all the feelings I had. But it was a crazy day. Started off with a meeting with some parents, and it was a very frustrating meeting with a delusional dad. I came back to the class to deal with peer tutors who were being lazy and annoying. Then I taught and my knee was killing me. During the lesson I just couldn't help but have a huge smile on. My students say the funniest things and it is so fun to see their little success. One student told me, "Ms. Scott, you are a nice teacher." I needed that. I'm glad the students like me.

Near the end of the day, I had some students who were being so frustrating. And I just was at the end of my rope. But then one of the students said, "Teachers need a break, right?" I just laughed and said, "Yes, yes they do." Thank goodness it was a Friday! I live for my weekends. However, I love teaching. I love the stressors it brings, because the rewards are so much greater. I left with the biggest smile on my face. I know I put in a lot of hard work in today, but it was all worth it. I love what I do.

Pearl Earrings

My Valentine's Day was actually celebrated on the 15th. Bryson worked on the 14th, so we planned a date for the next night. We went to Olive Garden for dinner, then to Creativity Art Studio in Provo and painted ourselves some pottery. It was a lot of fun and definitely my favorite Valentine's date! Bryson surprised me with pearl earrings. I have never received jewelery from a boy, and it sure made me feel special. I sure like this boy.

No Mention of a boy...

So I had a few people (Denae and Bryan) comment that my last post didn't mention a boy. And well this is true. I felt he deserved his own post.

It has been 38 days we have seen each other in a row. 1 month and 3 days since he asked me to be his girlfriend. And it has been my favorite 912 hours of my life.

I feel silly writing about it a little because I mean really its only been a month...but then again how could I not tell the world about him? His name is Bryson Carrier. He is the most genuine person I know. He is smart, determined, sweet, funny, fun and such a good guy. I really like him. He makes me want to be better. He makes me laugh. He makes my days brighter. And he has been the silver lining in this whole ACL thing. Second day after I tore my ACL he brought me ice cream. We both have decided that was kinda the start of it all for us becoming "Bryson and Stacy." So maybe I had to have my ACL tare so that I could date this amazing boy. I would do it again.

Before I had my surgery we tried to do some fun dates. We went to the Ice Castles in Midway. It was freezing and full of people, but it was fun to see. We also went Disco Skating and dressed up. Disco Skating is one of Bryson's hobbies, so it was fun to see him do his tricks. Then the night before my surgery we went out to celebrate his birthday and I took him to the Melting Pot. It was super yummy, but the company was my favorite.

We seem to work well together. We can easily talk about anything. And I just feel comfortable and myself around him.

The best part about Bryson is the way he makes me feel so adored and special. He is constantly telling me things that make me feel wanted. How could I not like this boy?

Here is my favorite picture of us:

I think we are pretty cute, but I'm biased.

So here is the boy who is in my life, you are welcome Denae and Bryan.

P.S. He asked me to be his girlfriend on Christmas Day, so you could say I got a boyfriend for Christmas and it was my favorite present by far.

2014

Almost one month into the new year and I still haven't started one of my "New Year's Resolutions"...I wanted to write more on my blog. Well, better late then never.

So lots has happened since I last blogged that I wanted to blog about.

I went on a cruise to Mexico. That was tons of fun. I went with 3 girlfriends and we had a blast. It wasn't the warmest cruise but we made the best of it. We went horseback riding, tandem biking, took a segway tour and took hilarious photos together. The trip was filled with lots of laughs and many good memories. I felt it was a well deserved trip and I'm glad I went.

Then the holidays started hit, and things got busy. Thanksgiving my family went to my grandparents in Ephraim, UT. It was fun to see our cousins from California and partake in my Aunt Tammy's famous cinnamon rolls.

Then December 16th, I was playing in an indoor soccer game and I was running down the field and went to change positions when my knee gave out the wrong way, and I heard a loud pop. What followed was lots and lots of pain. The most pain I had ever felt. People surrounded me and started to say that I probably tore my ACL. It didn't sound good. I went to a doctor the next day and they confirmed my ACL had torn. For me, this was the worst of worst news. ACL tearing meant 6-9 months of no soccer. I live and breathe soccer...or should I say I lived and breathed soccer. I was playing on 3 different teams at the time and had about 3 games a week. It was my release. My happy drug. My hobby. My life.

And I was told I wouldn't be playing for a long long time.

It has been really hard. I have since then I have gotten surgery, and the surgery was a story in itself. But lets just say, being a gimp has been really hard for me. I am very independent person and lately I have had to be very very dependent. It has been a trial of patience and endurance for sure.

So, back to the holidays. Christmas was wonderful as always. Kyle and Monica with their kids were able to visit for a while. It was great being around them. It was a time filled with reflection and a time of great change in my life. It was also my last break before I started student teaching.

So January started, and with that student teaching. I am student teaching at Orem Jr. High. I love it. LOVE IT. Not all the school work and stuff I have to do for my portfolio, but I love the students, and the funny things they say each day. I leave most days with the biggest smile on my face. This is what I want to do "when I grow up." I found it. And I'm doing it. Graduation for me is this April...and I'm super excited.

Sorry for the long catch up post, I know this blog is mostly for me and my journaling. But thanks to the few and far between readers. 

I hope to post at least once a month, I failed miserably at blogging in 2013. But here is to a new year and new goals and new adventures!

A Constant Choice

Saw this today, and I felt like it was just what I needed to hear. I have felt that lately I have been overly optimistic and happy about my life. But last Friday life hit me, and I wasn't feeling very optimistic. I was angry, sad, depressed and confused about a lot of things. I did not receive any answers over the weekend, but I did feel like it was all up to me to be happy. Like I mentioned in a previous post...the one thing I have control over is my attitude. It is a constant choice to be happy, and sometimes we have our moments and break downs where it all feels overwhelming but I think the real beauty of life is that we just keep going, and trying to make the best of what we have.

Here are some previous posts that I had to re-read to help myself choose happiness:

Recipe of Happiness
Choosing Happiness

"Rock Bottom"

Today has been a day full of insights and inspiration...I just had to write some things down.

It started with my Relief Society President winging a lesson because the teacher didn't show up. She decided to talk about the Atonement, and how it really is for everyone. It was great. But then my friend Shelli raised her hand and made this awesome comment that has been what has opened up so many doors today...

She talked about how people use the expression, "Rock Bottom." How it means that when you hit rock bottom, you can't go any deeper and that you are stuck there. But then she said, she thought about how in the scriptures it talks about Christ being our "rock" and salvation. So when we hit rock bottom, we have really just run into the Savior. That we can't go below him because he ascended below all things. And when we hit rock bottom, we have a chance to start anew and to then build our foundations on the Savior. How awesome is that thought? I love it. I can't say I have ever hit rock bottom in my life, but there are times when it sure has felt like it. And I know that the one person who was there for me deep in my sorrow was the Savior. "His hand is out stretched still...." He will never give up on us. And when we believe we have gone so far and that there is no hope, we can see that the "rock" we have fallen on is actually Christ.

Then later I was able to go with my Grandparents to a missionary homecoming of one of the missionaries they served with. He shared the scripture Alma 26:17-20. Basically its when Ammon is asking why did the Lord decide to save him. Why is it that through his "polluted state" the Savior saved him and his brothers? And then it reads:
"...Behold, he did not exercise his justice upon us, but in his great mercy hath brought us over that everlasting gulf of death and misery, even to the salvation of our souls."

I think we often will ask why the Savior has extended his hand toward us and will continue to have his hand outstretched to us. And it is because of love. The Savior has mercy for us, and continues to plead for us to come unto him.

I love Sundays. I love the Atonement. I know that when I hit "rock bottom" that it is only a chance for me to pick myself up and to start again and to rely on the Savior to build my foundation. He is continually there for me, and He will always be there waiting for me to return. 

Not In Control...

This past month or so has been interesting for me. I have spent a lot of time on my knees and pondering about my life. From little experiences with finding a job, to dating experiences, to tender mercies in a day, I have realized greatly how little control I have over my life. Yes, I can do things that help my life, but my future is greatly in the hands of the Lord.

One thing I have had relearn is attitude is everything. When we have a positive outlook towards life, life seems to be more positive. Crazy, huh? My attitude is in my control. Even though I have situations that arise that should give me great troubles, I feel calm. I know its the Spirit helping me to be positive, and to not lose hope.

Because of this positive outlook, I have felt the need to give back to the Lord. It is a funny goal I started a couple Sundays ago, but any time there is a sign up sheet passed around for something service oriented, I make myself sign up! So far I have helped cleaned the church, helped garden at the temple and made treats at FHE. They haven't been big things, but I feel the little effort I can put in does count for something.

I just feel so grateful for my testimony of Jesus Christ. I always think I understand the Atonement, and the sacrifice that was made, but then something in my life happens, and I realize I have no idea how much love the Savior has for me. I feel it in doses, and it is truly amazing. I wish that more people could feel that love and understand their great worth in the eyes of God. How differently we would act if we fully understood our worth.

I'm excited for my future. Who knows where I will be in 5 years or 10...but one thing I do know is that it is going to be great because Lord has a plan for me! I have very little control over timing and what may happen, and at times it is hard to put my trust in the Lord, but I know that is the only way I can be happy.

Poem

"I Asked God..."

I asked God to grant me patience. God said, No.
Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; it isn't
granted, it is earned.

I asked God to give me happiness. God said, No.
I give you blessings. Happiness is up to you.

I asked God to spare me pain. God said, No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares
and brings you closer to me.

I asked God to make my spirit grow. God said, No.
You must grow on your own, but I will prune you to
make you fruitful.

I asked for all things that I might enjoy in life. God said
No. I will give you life so that you may enjoy all things.

I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as God
loves me. God said... Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.

Things I have learned in the past 5 weeks...

So I haven't blogged for years (not really, but it feels like it).  Life has been super busy and stressful lately, but I'm learning a lot. I felt I needed to write it all down so I would remember it.

For those of you who don't know I'm a special ed major. I'll graduate in April and be a real life teacher...but to get there I have had to have some growing pains. Since August 2012, I have been going to school full time (even Spring and Summer semester). It has been doable and I have loved it for the most part. But then "Summer Practicum" started...and I hated it. I was all of a sudden in charge of 4 students who were between the ages of 6 and 7 and all had Autism. From 8:30am-11:45am, Monday-Friday I was in charge of teaching these students Math, Writing and Reading along with dealing with their behavior problems. I felt very under prepared and felt like I could barely stay afloat. For the first week I would come home and cry. I am not a crier...but I sure turned into one. I had never felt so inadequate and stressed at the same time. While this was going on I was busy being the Activities Co-chair for my ward and we had a cabin trip I had to help plan, and things with some of my friends were not going smoothly. I felt like I was drowning.

I can't pin point a turning point, but eventually I stopped crying. I had this desire to learn and find new ways to help my students. I started asking my cooperating teacher questions every day, and staying after extra to figure out things I could do better. I tried hard to make my lessons engaging and to truly learn to love my students. Now I'm on my last week, and I love it. Yes, I'm excited for it to be over because I'm tired of all the assignments, observations and stress I have had. But I am so sad to not see my students, and for this time to come to an end. At the beginning I doubted my career choice, at the end I have no doubt in my mind that this is what I love and want to do.

These are somethings I have learned:

• Kids love to play games, so if you make learning into a game you can't loose 
• Praising a kid can go a long way (so constantly praising them can turn them into angels)
• It is easier to ask, then to do something wrong without asking
• Being a teacher takes a lot of patience, humility and humor
• The Spirit is always there to help you to love your students, be patient and to help you be humble
• You can do anything if you keep the Lord as your number one priority 
• Even the hardest kid can become someone you love with all your heart
• You will miss the days when the hardest kid is gone
• Elementary school is cheesy (I'm not cheesy)
• The Temple can be a source for peace
• Having Costa Vida Fridays can help you manage your stress
• My family are my best friends
• Play hard on your weekends and the weeks will feel worth it

Spammers

Dear Spammers,

Just because I haven't written a post for a while doesn't mean you should spam me. So pleas stop leaving Anonymous comments.

Sincerely,
Annoyed Stacy

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Dear Readers,

I am still alive. I just have not been in the mood to blog. Maybe I will pick it up again. Maybe this will be the first post of many. But maybe not...

I have been busy with school, 2 jobs and lots of soccer. Nothing too exciting happening. I did go visit Kyle and Monica and kids in February. That was a fun visit. It was nice to see the sunshine for those couple days and of course the family.  Not sure what Utah's weather is doing right now, but next weekend I'm going to St. George to get some sun. I'm super ready for summer....however I will be going to school full time spring and summer so not sure how much I will get to enjoy it. Well that's a quick update. I still read everyone else's blogs. Maybe that's why I don't bog...cause by the time I get reading all of yours my life seems not worthy to blog about! Or I'm just lazy.

Sincerely,
Stacy

All 6 year olds should blog...

My 6 year old nephew asked his mom for a blog...so she has created one for him...and it is the best thing that has happened this Christmas season!

Here is a recent post:

He is doing this all by himself. This is a picture of him at 2 years old with his baby sister. He is HILARIOUS! Who would think of that?

He is so smart...I can only hope to have a kid this funny and smart.