Andrews first year was a breeze. He was a great baby. However, at 15 months it happened. He never stood still for more than 15 seconds. And even worse, he was stealthy. That my friends, is a bad combination. Quick and quiet. He could get anywhere and up anything in no time flat. I could make a very long list of all the dangerous places I have found him, and I am a fairly attentive mom. Then he turned two. Wow. What a year. We started potty training, which brought out a whole different set of issues. I seriously thought I was going to lose my mind. He was the child I swore I would never have. The third year, his goal in life was to not be shown up by his older brothers. He was out to prove he was stronger and tougher. Which is why the toy swords have all been confiscated! Honestly, discipline didn't seem to make a difference. He has been spanked more than all of my other children combined. If he decided to set out to do something he was going to do it no matter what the penalty would be.
But in the last few months I have begun to see his heart change. He is now so tenderhearted. He melts when I discipline him. And he is learning to obey quite well. He is cuddly and amazingly imaginative. He is my brave, independent little man with a dash of naughty instead of a heaping.
My sweet chunky monkey!
Andrew on the move.
Never afraid to get dirty.
This pic needs explaining. Our campsite was not far from the lake. In order to keep Andrew safe (because 9 adults weren't enough) we kept a swim vest on him at all times, put him on a tether line, and put bells on his boots.
Andrew with a sword is quite scary. AARG!
My sweet four year old Drew.
