Before I do anything drastic and change the name of my blog, I really gotta get something off of my chest.
See the Little Man?
I know, I know.
But it's not always rosy cheeks and smily faces.
Betcha couldn't have guessed that, huh?
But there are times.
Oh, the times.
And then the smells....
Yeah, and you thought parenthood was all boring and stuff.
But the sounds have gotten pretty incredible lately.
And I don't mean the sweet little talky-talky sounds.
What's that? You want more info? Well, if you insist.
Last weekend, I took Little Man and headed out on a few errands.
There we were in Michael's at 9 am on a Saturday morning. The store was practically empty except for me and the 3 old ladies in the aisle next to me.
Little Man, being the flirt he always is, batted his eyes at them and smiled, babbled a little, and won their hearts for life.
All was fine, well, and good until....
A look came across his face.
Something akin to this look.
And then the grunts.
Little Man grunts.
It became obvious to me, as the mommy, and the other, now 5, ladies in the store what was going on.
Little Man grunts. LOUDLY.
And then the smells.
Why is it that my Little Man grunts louder than a grown man while he's doing his business.
That was the first time I had noticed that happening, but it certainly hasn't been the last time.
Moral to the story: If you are ever around and Little Man stops what he is doing and starts grunting...RUN FOR YOUR LIFE lest I attack you with diaper doody