I might be a bad Mom. Maybe I'm only 30% bad and 70% good. Or maybe those are my wife numbers and I'm more 40/60 with little Phin. The thing is, I love seeing him get into trouble. I love seeing him back himself under a chair and forget which way is out, I love seeing him get sweet potato up his nose and try to blow it off. I love seeing him glare at the brand new pair of shoes on his feet and spit at the velcro in disgust. Can't blame him there, velcro will never be cool.
I laughed when he threw his first tantrum today when I took a toy away from him. I called Jared to tell him Phinny just fought with one of his cousins for the first time over a fire truck.
Love it. I LOVE seeing him become a little boy exploring his big new world. And fess up, you know it's nothing but cute seeing a little monster stuck under his highchair.
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