Remember that sweet post I wrote that I will miss the baby growing up?
Not this week.
This week it feels like I am at the dentist, with no Novocaine, and he is drilling into my nerves with a bit called Little P.
Two major things happened.
1) Phoenyx managed to pop out some teeth. Two of them. They are through the gum, which is great, but not through enough to not be bothering him anymore. Actually I think they are bothering him even more. I am thisclose to giving him a shot or two of Vodka and a splash of formula.
2) He learned to crawl. Not just the booty scootch, the roll and grab, or the worm…he is on his knees, feet, and everything else he can do and actually GETTING things. He is putting wires into his mouth, phone cords, and this morning he managed to get a glass of tea I had and dumped it all over the floor. Sacrilege to dump out perfectly good sweet tea in the South.
I am now fully convinced that women who have more than one child blacked out the first few years of their childs life.
Or have just gone so crazy it doesn’t matter anymore.