Harper is a "Boss".

My son, Harper, is a “Boss”. Don’t let the gorgeous face fool you.

The Urban Dictionary defines boss as: “a person who is a leader, someone who runs s*** in his/her hood or city.”

Or “Baws”, (which is the classy word we use to describe Harper): “slang term for boss. Meaning: awesome, epic, leader, etc...” (although it turns out “baws” means many things which don’t describe Harper.)

Now, to clarify, Hudson is the one who runs s*** in our house. He is clever, and also sensitive and agile. What makes Harper a “baws” is his brute strength and “no holds barred” demeanor. (Yes. I looked that up. Quite educational.)

Harper walks around our house in just a diaper, pounding his fists on his puffed chest, vocalizing anything he wants to, very loudly. He steps on (not over) anything on the floor even at this own peril. Oh, Hudson's train set that he has carefully set up? Consider it stomped. He is more mellow than Hudson in a lot of ways, but once Hudson pushes him too far, Harper will literally tackle Hudson with all his weight (which is significant) and try to sink his teeth into him (like a shark, of course), which usually results in both of them tumbling off the couch or bed and Hudson screaming, "HARPO!" Harper does not care. He is a boss.

He also dances likes a boss (he gets it from his dad). He will dance to any beat or tune, whether it's a cell phone ring or his brother pounding fiercely on a piece of furniture. He stands with legs spread wide, shaking his butty (as Hudson says). Or he swings his head around exuberantly, so much so that we have had people in the grocery store stare worryingly at him. His dancing makes me laugh, out loud, every time (isn't there an acronym for that).

The face of an angel.

Harper found one of his girl cousin's "stompers". He loves shoes.

Our boy.