The wee one

Alright, so let's talk for a moment about this baby of mine.

First of all, he's fifteen months old now. Dear lord, fifteen months. How'd that happen? But I digress. Now, I know what you're thinking: Oh, he's so cute with those big blue (grey? green?) eyes, and that sweet little face.

Let me give you the scoop on this boy. He's a tough nut. He's a little, shall we say, screamy vocal, stubborn strong-willed, and scary intense.

He's clingy. Oh-so-clingy. As in, heat-seeking-missile-for-my-legs clingy. As in thinking-about-spraying-my-pants-with-Pam clingy. On the upside, dodging him has certainly improved my defense for playing hockey with his big bro.



I think all photos of me should be taken from this angle. Flattering, no?


He's also a biter. Gasp! Every mother's worst nightmare. Oh please don't let my kid be that kid. It's true. He bites. The good news is, he usually just bites the Hubs and I. Here's a deceptive photo: 



Oh how cute - kisses! Wrong.
Where I come from, kisses don't hurt.


He looks so sweet and innocent. But don't let him fool you, that kiss is full of wee tiny teeth.

 

Piranha.

All that being said, there are some really great things about our littlest guy. First of all, he gets stuck under his highchair a lot, and this is really amusing for the rest of the family.

 

Even the big boy can't help but stop and watch
him struggle his way out from under there.


Also, he's very shareful when it comes to food. As long as you don't mind eating something that has already been in his mouth. Or squeezed beyond recognition by a wee baby fist.



Here, have some.

One of the very best things he does is to pick up anything even remotely resembling a telephone and say "Ha-woah?" 

Unfortunately, when no one answers his disappointment
brings out the biter in him.

And finally, every once in a great while. He'll do something really superb, like this:



Photo by Derek

There it is, the wee one in a nutshell. The good, the bad, and the bite-y.