So, there's this boy...

...and his name is Madden and he is my baby. My wittle boy. He's three and is clearly not a baby, but in a way he is. He's the youngest and will always be my little man. I love him to pieces but boy does he know how to push my buttons and he knows how to wrap me around his little fingers, too. He tests me. He hugs me. He yells at me. He kisses me. He doesn't listen to me. He tells me he loves me to the moon and back.

He is cute and stubborn. He is a strong-willed child. He brings out the grays in my hair and he melts my heart. He makes my job, as a mother, challenging and I've heard this about boys -- they are completely different from girls -- and I agree one-hundred percent. But underneath the tears that I have shed and the joy he brings to my face, he has my heart.

I love my MadMan (and that name couldn't be more fitting for him!)