Sean isn’t the most charming of kids. But thank goodness he’s cute!

We call him our little Viking. Quick tempered, impatient, aggressive, destructive, explosive. He’s a little monster and I blame his red-haired, kilt-wearing, and possibly Nordic, ancestry.

When he throws a tantrum, he has absolutely no control over his rage. I literally have to step away from him for a few moments, because he’ll bite, punch, head butt, body slam, and bore his fingers into my eyes.

He’s an intense little fellow. Yet I love him to bits. Because at the same time, he’s intensely loving and affectionate. More so than his big brother, who’s more cool and indifferent about showering love upon his mother.

Sean just loves to lay on the cuddles and kisses. He’ll cling and nuzzle like a baby koala. He’ll lie on my chest, singing songs to me, until I have no circulation in my arms. And my favourite - he likes to run up to me, surprise me with a huge goofy grin, then run away chuckling to himself.

Deep down Sean’s really a big ol teddy bear.

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