I love this kid.
My mum calls him "Ziggy the Quiet" – please note the sarcasm.
Because really, this might be the loudest child in the history of the world. Loud and demanding and rabidly affectionate. Whether you like it or not, he will kiss your face off. Don't bother trying to resist, for what Ziggy wants, Ziggy gets. Otherwise, enjoy hell.
He has never been a throw himself to the ground tantrum-er. But he can cry like someone put his favourite toy through the meat grinder.
Ziggy the Quiet.
When he laughs, I dare you not to. His joy is absolutely catching and his face almost impossible to say no to.
His imagination is second to none. His energy is frightening. I believe he will be musical.
He likes to butt things with his head.
HEEEEEEEEEY! – screamed when his brother annoys him
But I don't want to! – to most everything these days
I want [insert thing Zig wants here] – repeated ad nauseam until you cave or lock him under the stairs*
Wild, flame-haired boy. A face punch of cute. Nonsense-talking. Wilfully cheeky. Deliberately charming and effortlessly disarming. Loud and sensitive at once. A clown. Smarter than we realise.
Infuriating and infinitely lovable.
The Ziggy ride is worth holding on for.
*We don't have stairs….shit….