Full Top Bunk and Empty Top Rack

Tonight he lost his other top front tooth and decided that he wanted to sleep on the top bunk of his bed for the very first time.
He writes - with very clever spelling, I might add - words like "Submarine" and "Self-destruct button" on his artwork.
He is perpetually more energetic than you can imagine.
He is in love with dirt - so much so, that I doubt the love affair will ever end. I - on the other hand- am so over his love for all things dirt-y...
He is a happy kid, but never will you find him happier than when he's out in the backyard in just his underwear climbing a tree or digging in the mud. He hums while he plays and makes the most realistic sound-effects.
His kisses make my heart go pitter-pat. He wraps his arms around you so tight when he hugs you.
He still hates cleaning his room and is beginning to think that bathing and brushing your teeth are overrated.
He loves his baby sister and wants to protect her from everything one minute and knocks her silly over something stupid the next minute.
He is absolutely, positively the most wonderful little boy a mother could ever ask for!