One thing I love about the Little Mister is that he’s super creative and inquisitive. I love the way that he can use his imagination to turn a crappy box into a car or a bunch of pipe cleaners into a pair of ridiculous glasses. He’s always so busy! It’s fantastic and it makes me feel good (i.e. relieved!) that he often opts for play over screen time. This can come with its drawbacks, though. He hoards every little treasure he finds. Because everything – even a ripped piece of paper – can turn into the most magical thing. So you can imagine how hard it is to throw things out…
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It’s taken 10 months for the crazy to come out.
Pic: Insert metaphor about growth here Oh my gawd, you guys. Sh*t’s getting real around here. The Little Mister is now a fully fledged ten month old. He’s doing stuff that’s freaking my husband and I out. I’m finding the strangest things coming out of my mouth – stuff I never thought I would ever hear myself say. Everything from the simple stuff… “No, Little Mister – you’re not allowed to stand up in the bath. You’ve gotta sit down, OK.” “No, Little Mister – don’t play with the rubbish bin. It’s all icky!” “No, Little Mister – step back from the television. You’ll get sore eyes.” …to the weird……