Apparently, my little 27-month, 24-pound boy has had a growth spurt. Sometime, while I wasn't looking he has gotten tall enough to grab stuff off of the bathroom vanity.
I caught him this morning with Daddy's razor in his hand -- AND HE WAS RUBBING IT ACROSS HIS FACE! I just about had a heart attack, especially when I realized that he had the blade-edge against his eyebrow. Luckily he didn't cut himself at all. Didn't have a mark on him.
Deep breaths...deep breaths...just breathe...
I don't know what I'm going to do when he gets tall enough to actually turn doorknobs.
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I'm a first-time mom of a now 5-year old son. He was born 14 weeks early and weighed only 18 ounces at birth. Every day is a blessing so I thought I should document some of my adventures. (Formerly known as Adventures in Toddlerhood; but now he has started pre-K!)
4 comments:
You'll suffer several minor heart attacks once he masters the doorknob, then you'll take up yoga and by the time he gets his first skateboard--you'll be in serious therapy. Trust me.
Maybe I can just wrap him in bubble wrap for the next 15-16 years? It would certainly help my blood pressure. I'm too old (40)to live through the stress of a boy!
Oh my lord...I had a heart attack right along with you.
Please send me enough bubble wrap for a 2 year old too.
Oh, Jenny, we all know that little kewpie-doll Hailey couldn't possibly be any trouble.
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