My baby...the terrorist

I've come to realize just how precious life is since my son began to walk.

It seems like he knows the most sure fire ways to attempt to off himself. HR is, literally, into everything. When he's not taking a dip in the toilet he's in my pantry lapping up wasted sugar. He doesn't eat veggies but he WILL eat out of the trash.

I recall a time last month when I was trying to prepare dinner, I could hear his frantic voice right behind me. He sounded like he was panicking. So when I turned around and discovered him crawling in place...cooking oil preventing him from moving...I thought I'd lose it.

I quickly scooped him up, tossed him in the tub, bathed and dressed him, threw a towel into the mess, and went back to my lambchops.

5 minutes later *CRASH*. He comes staggering into the kitchen with hands full of his clothes that he got from turning over a clothing bin.

Lawd help me. We ain't gon make it.

I had a baby...now what?

Well? It's been 14 months since I entered this adventurous life of "new mom"...again...after 12 years. What can I say? I've traded my Gucci boots for old navy flip flops, my Georgetown blowouts for the "wet look", my vodka club soda for...well...vodka and whatever the hell is in the fridge, and 2am bedtimes for 2am diaper checks.

With that said, I love my son (just ask my fb/twitter/instagram friends) but sheesh he has NO MERCY!

Lucky for me has, recently, decided to walk which has relieved me from toting 30lbs of adorable bossiness EVERYWHERE he wants to go.

We recently took brysie to get fitted for his first pair of shoes. After getting the size 5WW on his paws...I mean feet, this baby stood in place, stared at his feet, and HOLLERED. :-|. He wouldn't walk for ANYTHING. This continued for days. I'd put his shoes on. He'd stand in place. Cry. Then drop to the floor and crawl. Until...I caught him throwing them in the trash.

Aye, aye, aye! I love him BUT I have his receipts.