Archer Update

My littlest baby isn't so little anymore. Actually, let's be honest. That kid has never been particularly little. I swear he only learned to walk so that he could carry two bits of food at once. True story.
He's such a tornado. Made of gosh knows how many kilograms of pudding and vigor as he storms about the house wreaking havoc. He particularly enjoys pulling the tiles in the kitchen up, eating dirt and my makeup sponges and being loud. Very loud.
Arch's first proper word was "stick" as he held a drumstick aloft and that one act defines his character so well. He absolutely loves music and has perfected his twerking much to my disgust.
He is fearless, cuddly, happy, relaxed, vivacious and charming. He constantly has us laughing and adores Leopold almost too much.
His haemangioma is controlled now and according to the Royal Children's should be fully gone by the time he is five years old. Thankfully it is not affecting his sight so surgery will likely be unnecessary. Hallelujah!
I love my Squishy Bub to the end of the Earth. He truly is a gem. A potato gem.