Last but certainly not least . . .

Blond headed, cute little devil, talks ALL the time (don't know where he gets that from) and stingy with the sugar . . . . these are all traits of the youngest member of my tribe.  Richard Peyton Sellers was born on December 18, 2008.  I have always said that if you are going to get married or have a child that the month of June is perfect for those things because NOTHING is going on in June . . . So obviously my Peyton was a bit of a surprise!!  I blame this inopportune conception on Joel and Leigh Poe and a hunch punch party that they held for my cousin Chase's upcoming wedding.  Angie took advantage of me . . . enough said and totally believable.  I was told that having three children was just as easy as having two.  I don't remember who told me that (that is probably God's way of keeping me from killing them) but they LIED.  We went from a Man to Man Coverage to a Zone Defense with the addition of the third child.  I swear that my zone always has two receivers . . . With that said, Peyton has been the very best Christmas gift that I have ever received.  He is a true joy.  He can be the epitome of sweetness and he is our family's "baby".  Translation:  We have to feed him with a sling-shot because he is so rotten!  He is Angie's last everything.  Her last pregnancy. Her last baby in a crib.  Her last baby bottle . . . You get the picture.  He is so easy to love.  His brother and sister dote on him and have even offered to take his spankings in order to spare this poor mistreated little fellow.  Out of all my children he is the only one that has had any negative feedback from our move to Augusta.  He was used to being taken care of by a sweet lady who would come to our house that we lovingly refer to as "T".  She wanted him to call her Aunty but all he could say when he was little was "T".  She would wait on him hand and foot.  She cooked his favorites and then would hand feed it to him . . . I swear, you can't make this kind of stuff up!  Now he is in a Day School with 10 other little kids and he misses "T" and all of her spoiling ways.  He will probably require Therapy.  He is a mess.  I have been blessed with another little boy who loves the things that I do.  He loves any kind of ball and anything that has to do with the outdoors.  If his brother does it then he is right behind him.  He reminds me so much of my brother Brian.  Peyton not only looks like Brian did when he was a little boy but I can remember Brian following me around doing everything that I did when he was about that age.  I have a feeling that I may be in for quite a ride with this one!  He tells me that I am his "Best Fwiend" and I hope that I always will be.  They say that it is always the last one that gets you . . . I will have to agree because my last one has got me . . . . wrapped around his finger.