I have to explain the picture above. Can you see his nose?? Yeah, he doesn't run downhill very well, and well, the red mark on his nose is a scar from when he slid face first down my sister-in-law's driveway. He was so excited to be there that he took off running. And, without realizing it, her driveway is just slightly slanted. He picked up too much speed and well, there you have it... part of his nose was left on her asphalt.
He's a tough kid, though. He didn't cry a lot. However, I will say, he's more vain than anything I've ever seen in a toddler. Every day after that, he would stare at himself in the mirror and touch his nose and cry. I know it didn't hurt him, and I don't believe he was reliving the experience. I just honestly believe he didn't like the scar on his cute little face.
So, his nick name... Frankiepants. A lot of people thought it was one of the cousins that started calling him that, but in truth, it was me. Frank had bought me a teddy bear one Valentine's Day that I named Frankiepants because of the boxer shorts it had on. Then, when Frankie was born, the name just got transferred over to him somehow.
But, that's not the only nickname he has, it's just the one that has seemed to stick the most. He's also called Bubba and Bugga-Boo by me. No wonder he doesn't respond to me when I actually do call him by his name. I used to think he was just ignoring me...
I could really write so much more about him and tell you all how amazing he is, but I think it would lose something to describe him only with words. You have to see him and interact with him to truly understand what an incredible person my son is. I love him beyond anything or anyone I have ever known. I feel blessed to have him in my life. Each day that I wake up, I can't wait to spend time with him.