the buns
if i haven’t written too much about the buns lately it’s that i’m really trying hard not to have a “mom blog”. yes, yes, it’s who i am, but there is more to me that just being a Mom, although it is top on the list.
and let me just say that the buns is a card. he cracks me up and himself up and that’s something i’d never never be able to teach him, either you got it or you don’t. my only regret is that i can’t tend to him 24/7 the way i did with boo. looking back to when she was his age, i could have toned it down, but now it’s not enough and i don’t know how to fix that.
he’s a lover though, he’ll always snuggle in for a chat and i love that. he’s started to roll over too. and here, my bored little darlings, is where i turn into my Dad.
hubbin’s family is of the type that will use whatever they can to give themselves an advantage. my family is more of the “use your own grit” type. so the first time that buns rolled over, he was under his little dangle toy gym thing and used his foot on one of the supports to give himself leverage. “nuh-uh” says i, and pulled him out from under the toys to see if he could do it on his own, thinking something like, oh so you can do a LADY push-up, now let’s see you do twenty standard, bare-knuckled, in the rain.
thankfully, the buns is quite tolerant of his dear old mum, and like the trained chimp that he’ll soon become, he proceeded to roll over on his own, twice. semper fi little man!
