my palmer

Oh Palmer, what can I say about my Palmer??

He is inquisitive and tender. Such a sweet spirit for a little boy of two years old. He wraps his arms around my neck every morning when he wakes up as if he hasn't seen me in ages. He is calling out for me as I type this at midnight ~ he talks in his sleep like his Daddy.

These pictures were taken on his 2nd birthday at Venice beach. Unlike Peyton, who hates to get dirty, Palmer delights in the feeling of sand between his toes (and in his hair, his belly button and numerous other crevices).

My squishy Palmer, don't ever grow up...