This child of mine is giving me a run for my money. He is now 15 months old (the 5th) and became a walking machine before Christmas. But just as I worried, he is everywhere. I looked to my left the other day and he was on top of the end table. That little stinker. He had claimed from his car onto it.
I knew he would be this way. It's in his blood. Especially since Curtis and I were both hell cats as kids. I am ashamed to say that we were even worse teenagers. I pray he doesn't take after me. I am pretty sure that I pray over Charli and him every night in hopes of their hearts being more golden and easier to deal with.
He has been getting up between 4-6 in the mornings to play, have some milk and cuddle before heading back to sleep. My favorite was this morning when he got up an hour before my alarm then went to sleep five minutes before the alarm was set to go off. I wanted to scream. I actually may or may not have. Instead I made a huge breakfast for all of the kids I keep and the hubby.
I know that Bryar's walking and climbing will probably progress more as he learns to do more. But whoa... Slow down buddy! Mommy is old and tired!