Joshua proclaims his muscles “So, so, so, so big”
Joshua and I were “fighting” the other night. Our fights pretty much consist of “wrastlin’”– I kneel on the floor as he backs away, hunches his back, draws his arms into his body and with clenched fists charges into me with his angry face and a hearty “yaaaaah!” I fall over, he throws a few 3-year old hammer punches, I gorilla squeeze him, roll over and then whirl him across the floor. Rinse, repeat infinitum.
After a few rounds of these shenanigans, it gets a little hot when you’re wearing sweaters and stuff, so we went semi Greco-Roman style with shirts off. No one (NO ONE) needs to see a picture of me with my shirt off right now (clad in undershirt or not) but, with Mari-Catherine encouraging Joshua’s eating habits with promises of “big muscles” and “growing up to be like Papa”, Joshua was all about showing his Mama what was up with his shirt off. The pics* slightly capture it, but the kid was seriously straining these flexes with competition quality grunting, intensity and eyes bugging/watering.
Either way… Awesome.
*The first pic is blurry as I rushed to get the camera and snap a candid shot before the moment passed by. When Joshua saw the second photo, he says, “Hey! There’s my ribs!” And to you I say, “Yes, we do feed him well.”
