Momma has lost her mind.

Little Man

My little guy is 16 months old now.  I’ve joked lately that he is crossing in to the dark side as his little being is becoming more and more irrational.  Toddlerhood is upon him.  An increased wine budget with a more lax it’s-ok-to-start-drinking-time is upon his Momma.

The package that is my one year old is hilarious, inspiring, testing, heart-warming, exhausting and most of all just plain naughty!  I give you this:


My son thinks emptying/dumping anything be it milk, a plate full of food that has been all cut up and cooled down, a basket full of blocks I just picked up, a laundry basket of clean clothes, a new box of diapers, the dog’s food dish or water bowl, etc is the funniest thing he does all day.  The only thing funnier to him is wiggling out of my diaper changing Mommy hold and running his naked little butt away from me.

The naughtiness is now accompanied by a mischievous, I know I got you wrapped smile.  I give you this:


If the little man is not in eye sight or ear shot, I can bank on finding him quietly exploring whatever has landed on the dining room table.  And that is the smile I get when he has been spotted.

A Mom friend came over the other day and upon entering, cracked up laughing at our Christmas tree.  Can you figure out why?


Pardon the poor quality, once the kids go to bed very little is encouraging enough to get off the couch.  I chose zoom to avoid it this time.  I think I still managed to catch the essence of having a one year around at Christmas time though.  Even the shatter proof blue balls were moved up because Mommy thinks they may shatter the window if it’s tested one more time.

My little guy is ridiculously fast.  In the time it took for me to empty my bladder (I pee with the quickness out of fear), he accomplished this:


He was lucky those weren’t the expensive snot snatchers!

“Mr. Little Man”, as his awesome but sometimes antagonistic big sister calls him, loooves to help his Momma do chores.  Let me show you what that looks like:


He also likes to help us bake.  Or at least hold on to his favorite ingredients.  That is until we need them and then he runs as fast as his Mom and Dad on date night.  This was him “helping” last time before he enacted an all out baby chase scene.


Most of all, Momma’s baby boy just holds down his gig of melting my heart.  He smiles and his eyes sing.  I’m working on trying to focus on those notes and not so much on the sheer thread my sanity is hanging by.


11 thoughts on “Little Man”

  1. LMAO!!!!!!!!
    ‘My little guy is ridiculously fast. In the time it took for me to empty my bladder (I pee with the quickness out of fear)’ – RIGHT….. lol I soooooo remember doing this exact same thing when my babies were younger!! (Now 7 & 9)

    Fantastic post, that really highlights what is reality for many parents of the mischievous types! (and at that age.. most a pretty mischievous, lol)

    Thanks for sharing!


      1. I started reading through your blog an 6:30am (almost 40 minutes ago) my time (It’s Sunday morning here) and I’ve been giggling since.

        Thank you for a great start to my day!

      2. Thank YOU for telling me that 🙂 I’m only two months or so into this journey so feedback is appreciated so much. I am also incredibly happy to know I’m not the only one that laughs at myself. Lol.

  2. LOL. Love the documented pics! I have often stopped to take a pic before rescuing or punishing my children because too often, you can’t make up what they come up with to do. Great stuff.

  3. I think you should frame a photo of your tree this year and set it out next year and the following years. It will be like an annual remembrance of this stage.
    Also, standing on the dishwasher door, my 1.5 year old does this too, what’s up with that? I’ve trained her to help me take the clean dishes out, it helps a little but her favorite thing is standing on the door.

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