Well It Finally Happened...

...my baby became a toddler.  I know, it's been happening for awhile and I was just in denial, but I think it's pretty much official now.  My perfect, precious little baby is becoming more and more like a miniature little boy lately.  He took longer and is a much milder version of what Dylan was as a toddler, but it's still happening.  Here are a few of the latest events (proof if you will) that pulled me out of denial and into reality.  To start my day yesterday, I walked downstairs to find Preston's whole bowl of Trix and milk all over the floor (at least it's not carpet anymore).  He was giggling about it.  After some cleanup, I went up to shower and walked out of my room to find the entire basket of lotions, sunscreens, baby shampoo and all that junk (there's a lot in there) all over the floor in his room plus all the diapers pulled off of their shelf. Later that day, he unrolled the entire roll of toilet paper and had stuffed a good portion of it in the toilet. Disgusting cleanup job for mommy yet once again, a big old grin from the naughty little monkey.  The next morning while I was showering, he completely emptied three drawers in my bedroom and I had just finished the laundry.  There were socks and garments everywhere!  Honestly child, can't I just take a shower without needing to watch you.  Not only is he a fast-acting tornado of destruction, he also has plenty of other toddler-like behavior like throwing fits when something doesn't go his way, chucking something when he's mad, and deciding something someone else has is much better than the one he has.  He also has this weird habit of keeping juice/milk/water in his mouth with his cheeks puffed up before he swallows it.  He's done it for awhile so it's something we're just used to now, but when he's done with the drink he'll just spit the liquid out one mouthful at a time until he's soaking wet. It's usually not obvious he's spitting; he just gradually lets the liquid spill out of his mouth, which makes it virtually impossible to catch him in action.  It's especially annoying when you're driving in the car.  You arrive at your destination only to discover that his sippy cup is empty and his shirt is completely soaked through.  So I'm gearing up mentally to handle this new this piece of mischief that resides in the bedroom next to mine.  Hopefully we survive this great transition into childhood without too many tears (from either of us). ;)

The innocent look before the spitting begins

In his crib for a timeout

Just one disaster that I had to clean up that day