Trent is and has always been super duper tall and skinny. He is the 90 something percentile for his height and the second (yes, you read that correctly), for his weight. He was a terrible, terrible sleeper when he was a baby and he is now, and always has been an insanely picky eater. He has always been a bit of a turd, testing me and pushing the limits every minute and every second of the day.
Last week, as I raced out of the door to get one of our dogs who I saw jetting down the street, Trent broke into the pantry, found a large bag of napkins I had left over from a party and tore 1/4 of the napkins up in the span of a minute, maybe two. He's spilled no less than 4 cups of water in the last week when he normally walks around with a big boy cup without a problem. He came up to me as I was nursing Jagger yesterday and promptly stuffed his hand in my face and said, "Mommy, I have poop on my hand." I almost threw up in my mouth; his shit stained hand touched my lips. Sure enough, he had pooped in his potty and then picked up the poop to throw it in the big boy toilet. I appreciate the fact that he wanted to clean up his mess himself. I don't appreciate the crap on my face. He will not stop taking all of his socks out of his drawer and throwing them around his room. He always puts them back but he still loves making the mess.
And today, ahhh, today takes the cake. As I opened the pantry to get my jar of delicious and filling protein powder for my shake (I hope you detected the sarcasm there), he apparently stole the jar of peanut butter behind my back and took off like a ninja into his room. Being the smart boy that he is, he's figured out that if he is silent in his room, I pop my head in every 30 seconds to a minute to check on him but if he's making noise, I check on him every few minutes because I can typically tell what he is doing by the noise that he is creating. That little Einstein happily sang the entire Itsy Bitsy Spider song while I was making my shake so I thought he was playing with the book of the same name. I couldn't have been more wrong. When I checked on him, this is what I saw:
He was not pleased that I was going to clean him up.
Here are a few of the other messes he's created in the last week:
Although Jagger is only 9 months old, he is short and big. He's not overweight with roll upon cute roll; he is just a big baby. He weighs as much as Trent did when he was 18 months old. He was sleeping through the night at 6 weeks and thankfully, he is sleeping 12 hours straight once more after a small battle of nighttime wakings. He eats everything in his sight and I mean everything. If that kid sees paper of any sort of the floor, he will try to eat it. He loves paper plates and paper towels in particular. Odd, I know. For lunch, he will inhale an entire orange in mere minutes.
Recently, Mark and I gave him a slice of lemon just to see what his reaction would be. I had the camera ready, poised to capture the funny face that all kids make when tasting a lemon for the first time. Mark handed Jagger the slice, he brought it to his nose and gave it a tiny whiff and then he promptly put it in his mouth without making a single wince. He sucked on it and sucked on it and cried when Mark took it away. He is a beast. Even though he is still an infant, he is just a happy, always smiling, nice baby! Understandably, this may change as he gets older and I am sure that he will make plenty of messes like his big brother but for the time being, he is just a wonderful baby.
Here's the nice boy:
Even though my boys are so very different, I wouldn't change a thing about ant of them. To me, they are perfect!
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