TIME MACHINE TUESDAY: How Bam Bam got his name

Chapter 4

I sat in the chair tonight, rocking my little boy to sleep, for the first time in weeks. He hasn't been much for sitting since he learned to walk at 10 months of age!  He is cutting his 1-year molars and they must be real killers, because he has been a real p.i.t.a. the past couple days. Poor kid. Turns out all he really needed was some Mommy time.

I realized as we sat there together in the peace and quiet, singing his favorite tune (Twinkle, Twinkle… he loves to chime in with his version of the lyrics, “UPABUBBA huh huh high”) how rare these moments are becoming, and how unprepared I am for them to end.  My little snuggle bug is growing up waaaay too quickly. Before I know it he won’t want to come anywhere near my lap and certainly won’t find it nearly as funny when Mama sings “I’m a Little Teapot” in her best high-pitched proper British accent.  But for now, I'm holding on tight and taking in every moment.  Fully enjoying and appreciating toddlerhood and all its wonders! 

Here's our little Bam Bam.  See any resemblance?

He is apparently a big believer in the Teddy Roosevelt philosophy "walk softly and carry a big stick," as the child is rarely without his club (or sword, stick, or other weapon of choice).  Combine that with his ever-lightening hair and his tendency to run around in nothing but a diaper, he looks like he came right out of Bedrock!

A "typical boy", he enjoys dirt, noise, and testing his mothers' intestinal fortitude (as well as her patience)

This is my favorite -- his "rock star" face. He does this when he knows he is being naughty, and tries doing something cute to distract us. Hard to get mad at cuteness. This appears to be genetic, as his father uses this same technique when he is in the doghouse as well... oddly enough, while the cuteness part only works for the baby it is suprisingly hard to get mad at dorkiness!

NOISY BOY! (here, I believe he was saying "aahntdat" = translated, "I WANT THAT!")

The following pictures were taken one very hot evening when Mama & Bam Bam were home by themselves (Daddy & sister had gone to a movie).  We seeded about half our backyard to grass earlier this summer and were watering 3x per day, so it was good & muddy back there... and you can about imagine where the child was drawn to every time we went outside.  So this particular evening instead of trying to Spray 'n Wash the mud out of his clothes after the fact, I decided to thwart his attempt at muddin' and ditched the clothes before they got muddy...

CAUTION:  Playing nekkid in the sandbox can lead to "Sandcrack"...

or worse yet, the dreaded "Sandweiner".

Never fear, our backyard is fully contained by a 6-ft privacy fence, and no indecent exposure arrests were made.

Cleaning up after himself when he was finished!

"Frogs and snails and puppy dog tails.... that's what little boys are made of!"