I'm convinced. There MUST be a good little person down inside of Trevor, just trying to escape. Sometimes I see him surface, but he is usually held captive by bugs, burps, toots, and mud. Somewhere...way down deep...he sits quietly and waits for his chance. I love this little "quiet person"... who snuggles on my lap (still), and holds my hand on walks. I also love the "other" Trevor, the one who can't sit still, and must --MUST-- make noise. But, oh, how I long for quiet inactivity at times.
On the other hand, I can only imagine the kinds of things Trevor will be able to accomplish someday with that much resolve and an unending energy level.
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It's amazing how many wonderful men were (het-hem) "energetic" little boys. You're a great mom, Wendy, and I'll bet Trevor grows up to find a wonderful purpose in life, and family memories that anchor him to all that's good!
Your Trevor makes me think of my Monster Man. I always knew that what ever my guy did he would do with a passion, so I am trying my best to make sure he is passionate about good things. I recently taught him how to be my knight in shinning armor. He about knocks people over in his hurry to open my door for me before anyone else can. It is so sweet.
Your Trevor makes me think of my Monster Man. I always knew that what ever my guy did he would do with a passion, so I am trying my best to make sure he is passionate about good things. I recently taught him how to be my knight in shinning armor. He about knocks people over in his hurry to open my door for me before anyone else can. It is so sweet.
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