The Simple Things...Boys are Mess Magnets

I had no idea what I was getting into when I gave birth to a wiggling, peeing on the OB yet still absolutely amazing baby boy.  As I have already discussed, I always assumed I would have a girl and our lives would be filled with antique baby dolls, vintage Barbies, tutus, fairy tale books, and of course, a few messes and scrapes when she embraced her inner Tom-boy.

Nope.  Not happening here.

I have a boy and boys are mud magnets.  Now I do have to say, Kiddo is pretty well behaved and I run a tight ship around here, but there is just no way he can avoid messes.

I have learned to laugh instead of yell, to grab the camera while I catch my breath and sometimes slowly count to 10.  The mess will be cleaned up.  The memory will last forever.  Sometimes the simple things are the snapshots of life that stick with you forever...

After baby powdering his entire bedroom age 2 1/2.

King of the mud age 3 1/2.

Hanging in his "mud hot tub" at 5.

Sometimes it's just the simple things that keep us smiling...

 Think Kiddo is the messiest kid?  I do, so I'm linking up with Jessica at Four Plus an Angel for her messiest kid contest.


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