He is ALL boy!
Can I just say...I LOVE my little boy! I feel so blessed to have him. With that being said, OH MY GOSH...try to keep up. He keeps me running around like a crazy woman. There are not enough locks, doors, or barriers to keep him out of things. If the bathroom door is opened he is for sure into the plunger, the scrubber, the toilet paper, and if the toilet seat is up...he will make a mess with toilet water. If the pantry door is opened he will pull garbage out of the garbage can. If my bedroom is opened he will start pulling books off of book shelves, shoes out of the closet, and underwear out of drawers..then drag them across the house. The other day I had HAD IT when it comes to picking books up in his room! I finally had to put all the kids books in a drawer that he couldn't get into. If he goes outside, I guarantee he will find his way to some dirt. My flower boxes not only get used by the stupid neighbor cats as a litter box, they also get dug into by a very energetic baby boy...YUCK! I'm thinking its time to get rid of those things. They have just become more of a burden than a joy. Oh the list goes on, but I think he is so cute and so fun. He is really at that age that I LOVE. Right before the terrible twos. He has crazy bow-legs and huge fat thighs. Big brown eyes. Blondish Brown hair. Fat hobbit feet. And he squeals like a little bird when he wants food. If it has an engine or wheels he is all over it. He is a joy and lots of fun. I love my boy!
Can I just say...I LOVE my little boy! I feel so blessed to have him. With that being said, OH MY GOSH...try to keep up. He keeps me running around like a crazy woman. There are not enough locks, doors, or barriers to keep him out of things. If the bathroom door is opened he is for sure into the plunger, the scrubber, the toilet paper, and if the toilet seat is up...he will make a mess with toilet water. If the pantry door is opened he will pull garbage out of the garbage can. If my bedroom is opened he will start pulling books off of book shelves, shoes out of the closet, and underwear out of drawers..then drag them across the house. The other day I had HAD IT when it comes to picking books up in his room! I finally had to put all the kids books in a drawer that he couldn't get into. If he goes outside, I guarantee he will find his way to some dirt. My flower boxes not only get used by the stupid neighbor cats as a litter box, they also get dug into by a very energetic baby boy...YUCK! I'm thinking its time to get rid of those things. They have just become more of a burden than a joy. Oh the list goes on, but I think he is so cute and so fun. He is really at that age that I LOVE. Right before the terrible twos. He has crazy bow-legs and huge fat thighs. Big brown eyes. Blondish Brown hair. Fat hobbit feet. And he squeals like a little bird when he wants food. If it has an engine or wheels he is all over it. He is a joy and lots of fun. I love my boy!
That was an awesome post! I must agree, my little boy is quite a bit different than my girls. If it has potential to messy, disgusting, or dangerous, he's all over it.
ReplyDeleteLittle H is up to the same business these days. I feel your pain. Good luck!
ReplyDeleteOh wow! You nailed it. This so sounds like Tucker (minus the brown eyes)! It's fun though:D
ReplyDeleteOh I love little boys! They are so crazy and so much fun!
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