My eldest boy is a handful. He is a handful of laughs, a handful of energy, a handful of sweetness, a handful of moodiness, and a handful of pure drive. He’s usually the first child awake in the mornings, at least 20-30 minutes ahead of the other 2. He takes the shortest naps yet seems to have the more energy than my other 2 kids combined. He’s a great boy. But he’s just…ALL BOY.
I can’t complain. Really.
He’s so smart, too. Sometimes his memory and understanding of things simply blows me away.
Let’s take a situation that happened a couple of days ago. He had found a travel pillow that I made him when he was a baby and proceeded to pretend it was his “nursing pillow” and decided to feed his Doggie. It’s been almost a year since I’ve stopped nursing my youngest, but he remembered the pillow I used to use to nurse my baby with, associated the neck pillow with the design of my nursing pillow, and made the connection that he was going to use it to “feed” his precious and beloved “baby” just as I had fed mine almost a year ago now.
He did wrap the pillow around his neck instead of his waist and used his hand to feed his Doggie, but still, when he told me that he was nursing his Doggie, I about peed my pants in laughter and just had to grab my camera.
I love my boy. He’s the most precious and sweetest, even if he is my biggest handful.