My Son is a Crab 🦀

I’ve come to the conclusion my son is a crab. He thinks he can walk in whichever direction he wants, he loves the water, and he PINCHES.

OHHHH MY GOSH, THE LITTLE STINKER JUST PINCHED ME! HARD! HE PINCHES SO HARD! 

He just found a nice piece of arm fat on my batwing (yeah, I said batwing LOL) to squeeze between his finger and thumb and it had me squealing in pain!

But then he smiles at you with those big almond eyes, opens his arms toward you, and leans his head forward for a nuzzle and kiss. He’s almost 15 months old, my little one. He now understands almost everything I say to him. He knows how to clap in two languages, say goodbye and hello, various animal sounds, the letter “S”, the titles of his books when I ask him to bring me specific ones, and of course… how to squeeze his Mummy’s heart just by being himself.

This kid has a super infectious laugh. And although he is starting to throw tantrums because he gets frustrated and doesn’t know how to manage his feelings just yet, he is, most of the time, a sincerely well behaved child. He’s just insanely curious about everything and FAST!

But yeah, like I said. I’m pretty sure my son is a crab. 🦀



Xoxo.