Fitz means “son”… to me it’s grandson! A wonderful grandson! He’s loud – “I’m a LOUD boy!” And he’s full of energy.
When we were in Edmonton recently, he threw the bedroom door open at 6:30 am with a “I’m awake!” Our invitation to come and cuddle with us in bed brought this reply, “I’m hungry!”
We love this little guy and today he’s four years old! Happy birthday Fitz!