About Bee

Oh, Baby Bee. You're killing me!

Today you started hitting. I think Kid has hit maybe twice in his life (okay, probably exaggerating there), but you, my sweet Bee, you hit me and smile.

What to do?

I'm going to ignore the fact that you are just too cute to discipline, that wouldn't be right now, would it? I'll discount the fact that you are quite the ladies' man and even the kids care worker at the gym rates you as her "top 3 babies in cuteness", I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

I'll pretend I didn't find a library book in the washer machine.

Or Kid's missing microphone in the wine tower.

(In all seriousness, though, this is one of my favorite stages on the exploration of "transferring goods" once learning to walk. My favorite was finding hairspray in the toilet and my cell phone in the trash when Kid learned to walk)

What I will focus on is how quickly you are turning into a toddler. I can't believe, you, my baby, will be a big brother. Watch out Honey Bean, your big brother is a wild one.