Little Man

Little Man is such a little man, hence his moniker. He’s 5 years old and loves to play golf, go fly fishing, go camping, run around outside, swing – and he can pump the swing completely by himself now – and just be a boy.

As a first child, Little Man was fantastic. He was sweet, cried only when he was tired, hungry, or needed to be cuddled, smiled at everyone, and slept through the night at 8 weeks old. He was a dream baby. Or as Tracy Hogg would call him, an Angel Baby.

Interestingly, when Little Man reached the age when most babies start to roll, crawl, and cruise, he wasn’t interested. He was happy with just sitting and playing with is toys. If a toy was out of his reach, he’d find something else to play with. He just wasn’t interested in being active no matter how I tried to get him to move. It wasn’t until he was about 10 months old that he showed interest in becoming mobile. But he didn’t crawl. He scooted around on his bottom to get to where he wanted to go.

This is why I’m a little dumbfounded at how active Little Man is today. I thought for sure he’d be like his dad: intellectual, quiet, would rather read a book than make mud pies. But no. He had is dad’s personality as a baby but he’s got my personality now. I was my husband’s opposite when I was a kid. I was a whirling dervish covered in dirt from head to toe. Well, that is just like Little Man. He’s a master at staying active and getting filthy.

Life is never dull with him around.