Wednesday, February 29, 2012

It Might Be Easier. . .

I love my boy. Truly, I love, love my baby. But ever since he started crawling on New Years Eve, I have often thought that it might be easier to have a puppy than a baby boy.

Everytime I turn around, Braden is trying to get into the trash, into the toilet, into the houseplants. He likes trash, dirt, and. . .other stuff. He also does not give up. If I tell him no, even in my most stern, mean momma voice, he just keeps trying. He really likes my computer, my phone, my remote. He's all about gadgets. His own toys? He could care less about. He knows he is supposed to stay away from especially my laptop, but he keeps trying nonetheless to bang on a few keys. Today he was able to change the font on my laptop to about an 80. I was a wee bit frustrated as I tried to figure out what combination of keys he hit and how to undo it.

I love him, but he's a lot of work!


Tales of a Trophy WIfe said...

At least it's not Christmas and he's not constantly trying to pull the tree down on himself.

Stephanie said...

Yay for boys! : )