Mr. G, you love to play. There's nothing you won't try, no ball you won't catch, no race you won't run, no competition you'll shy away from. And your passion matches your talent. You are a fluid, graceful, fast and strong kind of kid.
You have a very good attention span. I've seen you zero in on details like nobody's business. You ask lots of questions. You remember nearly everything. I think you're pretty darn smart.
You are my early bird, up at the crack of dawn, ready to face the day. This gets exhausting, but you're also the first one sound asleep at night. You've always put yourself to sleep. When you're tired, it doesn't matter what is going on around you--slumber party, loud movie, people begging you to play--you are DONE and that is THAT.
You're the kind of baby brothers who idolizes your older brothers. You respect their property, you admire their knowledge and experience, you demand to be included every step along the way. I even think you realize how good they are to you.
You are a lover, full of trouble, affection and laughter. A bit of an attention whore, actually, but not so obnoxious that we don't adore you. You always have a hug, a smile, a cuddle ready for me. You curl up next to your dad to watch the Brewers on TV. You prefer to sleep next to Mr. B. You've always been a tactile kid--you sleep in a literal PILE of stuffed animals to this day. When you were a baby you'd fiddle with my bra strap or play with the skin on my elbow, which drove me nuts. You just have this need to hold something and be close.
Your favorite things include animals, Minecraft, riding your bike, reading nonfiction, playing Madden 13, cheeseburgers (plain), soda (when you can get it!), "granila" bars, 95.9 KISS FM (I cringe, but you insist it's the best radio station around--definitely inherited your dad's taste in music), the Baltimore Ravens, the Milwaukee Brewers, riding the four-wheeler and playing Airsoft wars.