Colin is no longer my baby. He is large and in charge these days. At 6 Colin is quite the character. He like to say "crud monkey" when things get tough. It is word he made up and insists it is not swearing. Colin likes to be a grump in the morning, and then laugh when he is particularly grumpy and needs to be tickled. He is the slowest boy on earth, and will probably always beat to his own drummer. He is a flirt who gets love notes sent home from girls in Kindergarten. I may be sheltered, but I have never seen the likes of that. He is loving and sweet, and will always have my heart. He is also a great little artist and hockey player.
Colin loves anything with a motor or that can blow something up, so it was only natural that Colin have an Army party for his birthday. Cousin Debbie camouflaged his face with paint and the party began.
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