My baby is a crazy man. He is only 10 months old (in 6 days) and he is a crazy man. CRAZY.

I think he wants to grow up to be a stunt man.

You know… he’s totally going to be one of those guys who like, sets himself on fire and gets shot from a cannon and goes through a giant glass window… while scaling a bajillion foot building and fighting crime. All the while his poor mother is terrified growing grey hair after grey hair.

I’ve decided that babies are not for the faint of heart. I’m sure everyone else in the world already knows what I’m about to write, but it’s a learning process for me. Babies are always ON.

Always. On.

Always busy, always discovering, always putting things in their little mouths, always finding things that are incredibly dangerous out of ordinary household objects. Then you think to yourself, how in the world did I not think that this plastic spoon/cup combo could turn into a potentially lethal combination?

If I tried to count the booboos and hurts that my little man has accomplish over the last week… well, you’d probably call CPS on me. Kidding. But still, it’s a nuts.

It definitely makes you a little crazy. It also makes you a little wiser, so I count that as a true blessing.

This post has no point at all. Sometimes I just need to talk, and I find it’s easier to type and then I feel like a weight is off of my shoulders. :-)

Yes, definitely feeling a little less overwhelmed.  :-) ::giant sigh of relief::

Here is my tiny stunt man in action.

Would you  LOOK at the mischief in those eyes. Oy vey. What is a mommy to do? Oh! I know. Have a girl next, that’s what. OH PLEASE LORD GIVE ME A FEMALE! Tea parties and princess sleepovers are a lot less dangerous. ;-)

What crazy things have your babies done?