I officially have a waddler. And that’s not because the bug man is wandering all over my house with his new push toy and taking 5, 6, 7, steps at a time. My bug has transitioned to the WADDLER room at his pre-school. Insert mama freak-out here.
What the hell? How is that possible? My little boy is not only cruising, not only trying to talk and actually SAY something, but he’s moving up at school? )(@#*$#
Time is going TOO TOO fast. This must be why people have more kids. Their babies grow up and they get sad and nostalgic and WHOOPS. (PS. No, I’m not pregnant.)
My little man is so freakin’ cute lately. Last night he had his first official temper tantrum. Over what you ask? The fact that he couldn’t quite stand up on his own. He kept trying, falling, trying, falling and then he threw his head back, screamed ferociously and then proceeded to throw himself on the ground and cry. It was HYSTERICAL! Although, once I pulled myself together to empathize with him, I realized I’m officially in for it. We’re there. He wants to be independent and do things on his own, which means more temper tantrums and whining are on the way.
Lordy lordy, bring on the wine. It’ll help with my anxiety over my baby growing up, so really, it’s a two-fer.
Just a few weeks and he’ll be one. I feel a therapy session coming on.
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