try as I might, I could not get him to crack a smile let alone even look at me.
so then I called in big brother Jake and after thousands of fart noises, flapping his arms like a chicken and basically making a ridiculous fool out of himself, still, just a teeny tiny smidgen of a grin.
I give up.
Rowan at age two (aka, Mr. Grumpus)
he is what he is.
and grumpy as he may be, there's something about him that just makes my heart happy.
have a great weekend!