I can sense the force is strong with this one.
The TODDLER force I mean.
He's getting there.
He's feeling it.
I'm freaking my little mommy mind out about it.
And the SECOND he starts walking.....We all know it'll be over.
Bye bye BABY Jaxon andhellllllllooooooooo
TODDLER JAXON DWIGHT!
See you have to add the middle name in there, because toddlers unlike their baby counterparts,
get into like half a million more messes/perdicaments/crazy things that involve a middle name thrown around.
I'm not one for being serious, but lets be real here, toddlers/mobile babies be hard. And they involve alot less laughing at the funny/horrible things they do, and more "JAXON DWIGHT'-s.
throwing cheerios/mac and cheese/eggs/bacon/food in general.
I laugh, and then it's over. The WHOLE meal, everywhere.
But one [or 7] JAXON DWIGHT-s and he knows he's not supposed to....
[but of course still does with a BIIIIG grin!]
hitting Daddy in the face.
Hilarious under MOST circumstances.
NOT hilarious when/if he does it to someone else.
Ugh you guys. He turns 11 months old tomorrow.
LIKE NEXT MONTH? HE'LL BE A YEAR!!!
A REAL LIFE YEAR OLD BABY OF MINE!!!
with words, and thoughts, and mobility, and ohhhhh goodness......
where did my baby go?
when did he get opinions and things?
and how oh how do I make it stop?