A list of sorts, because are my entries anything else these days?

Oh my heavenly stars. T is walking now, not flat out walking, but taking hesitant steps and shuffling along, and being immensely proud of himself when those little shuffles happen. It is thrilling to see, and he can't wait to get bigger like Buddance. He also started talking about a month ago, his first word ever? Hot. Forget momma or daddy, the child wants you to know that the stove is "HOT!" and that when you cook, your food gets "HOT!". Since starting the constant commentary about everything being hot, T has also developed the ability to say "hat". He loves hats and will comment whenever anyone has something on their head, be it sunglasses, a cup, a spoon, or you know, an actual hat. There is an occasional "momma" thrown into the mix, but still no daddy. Also, cutest thing ever: T knows that a dog says "arf arf arf".

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The other evening J and Buddance were having a conversation.

(Back story: Depending on the conversation Buddance likes to end what he is saying with "Just like that!".)

While they are talking, J compared a few things for Bud, and when Bud opened his mouth to say something, J jumped in with: "Just like that!"

Bud looked startled for a few moments and J says: "I took the words right of your mouth."

Without missing a beat Bud responded: "Put words back in mouth."

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In one week and one day my baby won't be a baby anymore, which is pretty much mind blowing because I am fairly certain he has only been on this Earth about 7 weeks. That's how fast this past year...wait...really? Gosh, has it really been a year? It has been a year filled with craziness and a wee bit of stress, but I wouldn't change a thing. I love watching T imitate Bud, I am thrilled to see the beginning of their relationship. Last week Bud wanted T to "Come in living room right now!" so they could play on the couch cushions together. Of course, T had his own ideas about where he wanted to be, and the couch cushions were not part of that plan.

As I bathed T the other night, Bud was in the bathroom with us, doing whatever, talking, climbing on my back, turning the sink faucet on (Me: stop doing that please, you are wasting water. Bud: Momma says no.), and just wandering all over the tiniest bathroom ever, making it that much more difficult to bathe a squirmin' little lump of love. I hunkered down beside the tub, leaned over to wash the suds out of a red haired mohawk, and felt Bud clamber up onto my back.

I used to tolerate Bud climbing all over me while I bathed T because I knew it kept Bud occupied. However, that night, I stopped for a moment and realized I really enjoyed this time with my boys. For maybe the first time ever I let go of the stress of having two little men who always need something during bath time and relished in the fact that I had two little men who needed me.