Little Toot

Well, it has happened. My sweet little baby boy, Max, has turned into a gigantic toot. He is so ornery these days. And him and Will just feed off of each other...I can't help but laugh at them. Between my tears! Max just insists on doing everything he is not supposed to do. What happened to the days when you could sit him down and could actually go to the bathroom without worrying about what he was doing? Oh, now he must come in the bathroom with me, because I don't trust him for a second. Don't get me wrong, I have not peed alone for almost 4 years now, but now it is my choice. And then, down comes the toilet paper, out comes the toilet brush, and if I'm really slow....little hands splashing the toilet water. Hoping it has finished flushing first! And quite the little talker. His latest favorite is "ready, go", and then he hurls a ball at you. Quite the arm. Look out MLB and $$$$ for our retirement! Food is collectively referred to as "cookie" and all drinks are "ju". And you better get that "ju" fast or he will show you another new facet of his endearing personality...tantrums.

Motherhood is truly a joy. I am reminded of that every night at about 8:30 when they are both sleeping angels. And am glad that God made us mothers of young ones too frazzled to remember all the chaos of the day!