The guy is a mess. He never sits still. Ever. His sleeping habits are getting... awe, never mind about that. (We don't talk about things that are going well around here for fear of jinxing our good streak.)
Here's what's been happening around here.
First up, I lost (as in misplaced) Preston last week. Mom of the year right here, folks. Seriously, he was content on his playmat surrounded by a butt-load of toys to entertain him, I turned my back for one minute, and when I turned back around he was gone without a peep.
I could suddenly feel my heart beating in my throat. How could I lose my baby in my own house? After what seemed like eternity (when in all actuality it was merely a few seconds) I found him in the laundry room completely fascinated by the dryer.
This happened not once but twice.
Preston thinks his new radio flyer wagon (it was supposed to be a Christmas present... I have no will power) is the coolest thing ever, and I think the fact that his daddy takes him around the block every evening in his little red wagon is just about the sweetest thing ever.
Happy weekend, people!