BOY oh BOY

"Mothers of little boys work from SON up until SON down!"

I have a new found respect for all you mothers of little boys~ Liam is on the move now- crawling and pulling himself up and he is a maniac!

Today started at 5:45am Liam crying. oh please go back to sleep, oh please, please....

Nope.

Bill gets up for work and brings him into our bed. I nurse him in all hopes he will fall back to sleep. He starts to drift in an out but then pops up and looks to my night stand because he knows that his snack is there- Damn, he is a smart little booger. I give him his snack cup with cheerios in it and his water cup and try to rest for just a little longer. Cheerios are going flying everywhere because he thinks it is funny to shake his snack cup to get the cheerios out- by the way he knows how to reach his pudgy little fingers in the cup but thinks it is more fun this way. I finally get us up- cheerios stuck to my arms and somehow down my night gown....

I put him on the floor in the living room to play while I get a cup of coffee to get my eyes to open up. I turn around and he has disappeared!

"Liam? Liam? LIAM?!"

hahaha, very funny kid- he is down the hallway playing with my bedroom door. Why do I even bother to buy toys? Any who, little princess Olivia has actually slept over her cousin's house and I need to get her by 9am. I scoop Liam up and put him in his high chair with pears, toast and some cheerios. That lasts for, oh about 10 minutes until he is dropping pears on his head and waving his hand frantically on the high chair tray sending cheerios everywhere. The cats think this is great- they bat cheerios all around the house. Just another day in paradise....

So it is only 7:45am and Liam starts crying-

well of course~ you are still tired! Does anyone ever listen to their mother!

I pick him up and put him in the porta crib in our room screaming but I need to get into the shower....

"Liiaaammm, mamma's coming." I yell from the shower repeatedly hoping this will make him stop screaming.

Finally it is quiet.

I am washing my face and I hear his little cooing but it sounds closer.... and closer.... I look out of the shower and Liam is sitting there.

"OH MY GOD! HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE!"

I am yelling at him as if he will answer me. He just looks up at me with a smile. For a split second I think that someone is in the house and lifted him out of the porta crib- there is no other explanation.... I hop out of the shower and peer into my bedroom. One side of the porta crib is down. We knew that one side was having difficulty latching but I thought that I had secured it. Apparently not! But still how did my 10 month old boy manage to get out without a thud, thump or bump somewhere on his body?! Olivia didn't even attempt to climb out of her crib/porta crib until she was over 2! I am naked with my hair up in a towel as I grab the phone and call Billy to ask him why his son is doing these things?

I am trying to get ready and Liam starts playing with the bathroom door. Really? I have not been out of the shower for 5 minutes and I am already sweating! I quickly get myself together and sit Liam amongst his toys to which he starts screaming, again.

Deal Buddy- don't know what else to tell ya.

I get everything together and get him in the car. Before we are out of the drive way he is fast asleep. Ahhhhh peace and quiet.

I pick up Olivia and rush back to our house to get her ready to go with GaGa and PaPa. Liam sleeps for the hour we are in the car and then is content to play with Liv while we are waiting. GaGa and PaPa show up with Dunkin' Donuts and Liam gets his first taste of a white powdered munchkin- He loves it! Not like the kids doesn't like any type of food but still it was exciting to see his little face with white powder on it. Everyone finishes their breakfast and as I am saying good bye to Olivia, while holding Liam I notice that he is chewing on something.

What the.... OMG! It is a shell to a pistachio.

"Does he have hives? is he breathing okay?" I frantically ask Bill's parents. Liam is fine, happy as a clam (another food that he can't eat before a certain age but will probably do so when no one is looking!) It is not even 11am and I have already survived two heart attacks- what's next?

I will tell you. I put Liam down and start to clean up the house because apparently it is filthy if there are pistachio shells lying around somewhere. Liam is happily playing with his toys. I quickly clean the bathroom, checking on him every few minutes. Well the last time I come out to check on him he holds his hand up and smiles as he is sitting next to the cat bowls! Lovely, wet cat food on his fingers. I have no idea if he ate any of it. I debate about calling poison control but opt not to as he has already survived falling out of a porta crib and chewing on nuts- what's a little cat food? He apparently has 9 lives anyway.

Is it nap time yet?