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My Monster Child.

This is how I feel about Brazos, as I imagine any mother of an almost-2 year old boy feels. Not the bath salts part but the description of how boys are and wanting to asking the grown men in my life "why." and stare at them like its a joke they play on us women. I think she captured it perfectly so I wanted to share.

Brazos is becoming a handful. I should not have bragged about how easy I had it. He's really not that bad but I was so spoiled ya'll! It feels worse than it is because he has always been so EASY.

And at the same time, holy moly does he make me laugh. Like tears-running-down-your-face kinda laugh. My kid is hilarious. Its just so amazing to watch him too. He's really growing up and has such a big personality. He's so outgoing and rowdy and such a boy. He talks a mile a minute and we can actually understand some of the things he says.
Some of his favorite things to say currently are:
"Top-It" = Stop-It
"Bob-bob" = Spongebob
"Where Go??!" = Where did it go
"In Der'" = In there
"Ginki" = Binki
"Melmo" = Elmo
"I'n Re-ey" = I'm Ready (ala Spongebob)
"Ya Buh-ey" = Yeah Buddy (sounds pretty much the same as I'm Ready)
"Memma" = Gemma
"Hush" = Hush or Gemma (yes, he calls Gemma "Hush")
"Gay-kie" = Jakie (ie Jacob)
"Mimi-Popo" = Mimi (he things Mimi's name is Mimi Popo)
"Popo" = Popo (he says this so hilarious)

 We are starting to potty train some but I don't think he is physically able to go full blown, undies-only just yet. He's getting the hang of pottying in the potty though.

He's a handful but I don't think I have ever loved anyone more.


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