When kids hit 1 year old, it’s like hanging out with a miniature drunk. You have to hold onto them. They bump into things. They laugh and cry. They urinate. They vomit.
As a parent, I find this quote rings so true. Trubba was walking at month nine and running by month twelve, so I feel as if this quote was true for us even before he turned one. We’ve sure had some wild times, that’s for sure.
It’s also so strange that we almost feel as if he’s regressing in a way. We thought it was odd how he never really ran into anything once he got the hang of walking, but now it’s as if he walks into walls, doors and my aquarium stand on a regular basis. One incident of which was a good hit to his forehead Saturday night – he had a nice bump in the form of a straight line right down the middle of his forehead. He cried for a bit, and then it was all about Thomas the Train again. Thankfully, he laughs much more than he cries. He must know mommy can’t take that tear streaked, snotty nosed face.
Now, as for the vomit, we’ve only had that two times and that was due to the fact that he was sick and coughed so hard he threw up. We’ve been spared the flu or any other nauseating tummy bug, so when that time comes, we’ll have to see how it goes. I’m hoping it doesn’t come for a loooooooong time. Please, powers that be, just give me that!!
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