My pirate

Andrew is always making us laugh. His imagination is always running wild, even when he is supposed to be sleeping. He has not let his broken arm slow him down. He still manages to wrestle with Paul, run in the back yard, and I have even caught him eyeing his scooter. I told him there is no way I will let him ride anything until the doctor has given us the green light.
He is the sweetest met, and sometime I think he is too kind for his own good. I love his magical way of lighting up a room with his smile alone. He will always be my sweet baby boy.