It's true, it's true. He did turn nine back in May. But whatevs. I've been majorly pregnant, so that's my excuse, yo.
Anyways, today, the stars aligned and between spurts of sprinkles, we were able to go outside for a few photos. They're pretty simple and basic, but they get the job done.
Taylan Peyton. Our nine year old. He has such a big heart. And looks cute in his glasses. He has a lisp which I adore and will be sad when he grows out of it. Most days he loves his little brothers. He's one number away from double digits. Time is getting away from us and he's growing so fast. Each year he looks so much more grown up than the last. He has these rosy lips, they've been that way since birth. He loves to read, and gets many many books for birthdays and Christmases. He's so smart and retains information just like his Daddy does. Everything seems to come easy for him.
He's like an 80 year old man. He tips his head up and looks down through his glasses when he reads or is checking something out. Every night, he puts on his flannel pj pants and robe after his. He pulls his pants up past his belly button, too. He wears slippers around the house often. He prefers to go to bed early and gets really upset when his brothers keep him awake. He's just an old soul. A tiny little old man soul.