I guess I was not prepared for raising a baby so close in age to his siblings.
Soon after the shock of my pregnancy wore off I began dreaming about my little rainbow baby who would let me hold him and cuddle him for as long as I wanted, dissolving all of my this-is-going-by-too-fast worries about his big brother and sisters.
Ashlyn was so far apart in age from the triplets and then Parker and McKenna have always done everything at the same time so I had no idea how much this little guy would want to be a big guy.
He does everything 15 month going on 3 year-old style.
He uses a toddler sippy cup.
He will not drink milk (one taste of watered down juice and he was hooked).
He will not eat a meal without a spoon or fork, bowl or plate.
Baby food offends him.
He throws out his own diapers (major perk).
He wants to climb the tall slide,
jump off the furniture,
watch the Wiggles...
whatever it is the big kids are doing.
He gives us a heart attack
So why am I surprised every time I change his chubby little butt and find his latest denial of all things baby?
Big boy underpants
(diaper underneath, I'm not that crazy)