Last month William was getting cranky and needed snuggles with a bottle. I told William “get your bottle and come here” at first he looked at me like a deer in head lights, I said again, “William where is you bottle” (it was right next to him on the floor) he shrugged an I don’t know shrug. I rolled my eyes and said “William bring me your bottle!” he then replied “I CAN’T.” That was my first argument with my son.
My next story happened today at about noon. I was in the living room doing some homework when my little bug comes walking out from his bedroom without a diaper. He then says “mom!” points to his man business and says “Ball” I could not help but laugh and call his father and let him know that his son is indeed learning his body parts. It made for one bashful momma and one proud daddy.
Keep it up little William!
