Hard to believe. Next week at this time big boy will be a 2nd grader, and the house will be quiet. Finally finally he learned how to ride two wheels on his bike. He is the absolute world's most stubborn kid, he doesn't do anything until he's darn well good and ready to do it. Potty training was a good example of this. His 7th birthday party is Sunday, he picked out black plates and napkins and a cake with a skull on it. Yes he is definitely my child. I should actually be cleaning for said party right now instead of jacking off on the internets. As you can see the party will not be held at pukecheese, thank you mother in law. Long story, don't feel like getting into it and I'm sure it just makes me look like a doormat.
Little boy is army crawling all over the house, eating finger foods, and is basically a joy to be around. We battled thrush for about a month, it was a nightmare, but we are still nursing and will continue to nurse until 18 months minimum.
Since he's been scooting all over the place I've had to up my childproofing. It's a running joke here that anything that looks dangerous Trent is sure to find. Elecrtical cords? Lemme at them. Oooh those scissors look tasty! Let me have a taste of your honey bunches of oats even though I can't have honey and I have no teeth. Yep.
