um. the thought makes me feel nautious. Or maybe is the plate full of brownies i just engulfed.
Trey turned 10 months today. And with ten months came an opinion. Yes, my baby/man/small child has an opinion now. This opinion includes many negative feelings towards pictures. Either that or he has his mother's mood swings.
A few turned out alright, but chances are, we'll have to try this again when dad is around to make treyson laugh, while keeping rollie pollies and rocks out of the little guy's mouth.
Treyson is a delight. An absolute, cherry on top delight. I don't think I'll like any of the rest of my kids as much. He's just.....cool.
He smiles a lot. He says MaMa a lot more than DaDa now. He is afraid of loud noises like the vaccuum. He loves cars and cows. He isn't too interested in eating, much to my dismay; unless of course eating comes in the form of rollie pollies and other non edible items. He gets so excited, it seems he will burst. He crawls. he stands. he is terrified of letting go. He gives open mouth kisses. changing diapers or getting dressed is an Olympic sport. Loves to take everything out of drawers, cabinents etc.
Oh ya, and Happy Anniversary Trevor. Life isn't AT ALL what I envisioned, yet, it oddly works. In his words: "Two years and still not divorced. I guess it's going well!"
He's now become my personal tornado. I can't keep up with him! He does such things as find a little turd from his diaper and put it in his mouth. Heave his head back, kick and throw fits when thing are removed from his hands. Climb in my closet, up onto the first shelve and remove all of Trevor's clothes on the shelf. Lock himself in my room alone while playing peekaboo with the door. Jump up and down screaming in the primary room at church singing along with all the children. Smack you in the face if you put your face in front of his.
Wonder Woman and her Weiner.
