Parker
Parker Parker Parker….
Oh this baby is giving me a run for my money. I think he entered the terrible twos at around six months. He is NAUGHTY! Brandon and company like to blame me for this problem, saying I spoiled him rotten. But I don't think I could have caused this much damage.
Brandon calls Parker, "Kate 2.0" He is all attitude. But when he is being nice, oh, he is a sweetheart. He bats his eyes and cocks his head like a little lost puppy and damnit, he makes me melt.
Parker came to us at birth from Mississippi. I was smitten with this tiny little angel. I still am. But boy is he a tough one. I used to worry about Pickle going after him, Worry no more, I spend most of my time defending Pickle and she is a crazy head. Parker learned real fast how to handle his big sis.
This kid is SMART. Too Smart . But he doesn't say a word. He uses sign language to communicate. We've been told not to worry about anything yet since he isn't even two. BUT….. We'll see.
Parker loves to be held and snuggled. He sucks his thumb and loves his blanket. He is a Linus. A freaking cute one.
Parker's favorite activities include loading and unloading the dishwasher. Starting and stopping my washer mid cycle. Flushing toilets and slamming doors. He is a handful that you can't take your eyes off of for one second. We have removed all of our knobs off the stove front, so now he is figuring out to work the oven. He can open and close the bottom one, therefore we have lost the use of it. I found Kate's pretty pony in there the other day. I would have been so mad if I would have preheated that thing and not known her pony was in there. Parker is blamed for everything. And it's usually an accurate blame.
Here's hoping he mellows out in the next few months. Maybe his actual two's will be a breeze. I can pray!
