Brady is constantly insisting that he is a Big Boy. Not a cutie pants, a Big Boy. Not a pumpkin, a Big Boy. Not a monkey butt, a Big Boy. Or a "Big Boy and a UPS, Mama." (Yes, he is in L-O-V-E with anything mail delivery related right now.)
Anywho, he let me snap his picture while we were watching squirrels and waiting to pick up Natalie from school on Tuesday.
Love this Big Boy!