Austin has hit "teen" months. Comparable to teenage years, but in diapers. Humor me, mamas of adolescents.
He has become so spirited, and I have an anxious feeling that I'm in for a whirlwind of sass these upcoming months. This toddler's newfound sense of free will and sporadic moments of downright opposition are enough to have me crawling into bed before 9 (what?) and half considering tossing back a sippy cup of grape juice, adult style.
Weight: 24 pounds 8 ounces
Length: 31 inches
Favorite Toys: Bouncy Balls for the win, with legos being a close second. And nothing says welcome NASCAR season like a set of new wheels. Austin loves his new ride from his aunt and cousins!
Favorite Activities: Cruising in his new wheels around the neighborhood. Giving kiss kisses. Climbing on anything and everything. The 3 minute streak through the house before bath time, diaper off.
So that 3 minute streak prior to bath time is actually a nightly routine over here, and it's one of my favorite moments of the day. As our day finally begins to wrap up, we let Austin have a last little hurrah each night before his bath. Nothing says I kept the kid alive and happy another day like a naked baby running throughout the house, hands in the air, and a half moon plastered on his face in between a set of the sweetest dimples. Picture perfect. He loves it andis was always somehow able to keep it together- careful not to leave any surprises. Was.
One night a few weeks ago I left the streaker alone for a few minutes- doing his naked baby thang. Until he did it. The babiest of thangs. He squatted in the doorway of my bedroom and left a not so baby pile of human shit. There really is no polite way to explain the situation that began to unfold, no way to tiptoe around the mess that soon became my house. Cue the wild rumpus. Two seconds too late in snatching him up left us with a treaded through pile of mush, an all too pleased baby on the loose, and a path of brownfootprints poopprints giving away his every move. What felt like an intense, 30 minute episode of Cops was really just a 60 second preview. Eventually the culprit was cornered and plopped into the bathtub.
And wouldn't you know it, I haven't learned from this mistake. Pre bath streaks are still pretty nightly over here. Wiping, scrubbing and sanitizing the floors seems like a small price to pay for the joy that these nightly moments of freedom bring Austin. That's not to say that I may not lose my own shit if he ever decides to repeat offense on the carpet. Or dog. Fingers are crossed that this was a one time offense, but who gets that lucky?
So that 3 minute streak prior to bath time is actually a nightly routine over here, and it's one of my favorite moments of the day. As our day finally begins to wrap up, we let Austin have a last little hurrah each night before his bath. Nothing says I kept the kid alive and happy another day like a naked baby running throughout the house, hands in the air, and a half moon plastered on his face in between a set of the sweetest dimples. Picture perfect. He loves it and
One night a few weeks ago I left the streaker alone for a few minutes- doing his naked baby thang. Until he did it. The babiest of thangs. He squatted in the doorway of my bedroom and left a not so baby pile of human shit. There really is no polite way to explain the situation that began to unfold, no way to tiptoe around the mess that soon became my house. Cue the wild rumpus. Two seconds too late in snatching him up left us with a treaded through pile of mush, an all too pleased baby on the loose, and a path of brown
And wouldn't you know it, I haven't learned from this mistake. Pre bath streaks are still pretty nightly over here. Wiping, scrubbing and sanitizing the floors seems like a small price to pay for the joy that these nightly moments of freedom bring Austin. That's not to say that I may not lose my own shit if he ever decides to repeat offense on the carpet. Or dog. Fingers are crossed that this was a one time offense, but who gets that lucky?
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