My son is a kicker! I knew this way back when he was still inside. He loved to kick me right in the ribs every night as I was going to sleep. So it shouldn't be a surprise to me now that his kicking has been kicked up a notch (sorry, my bad, couldn't resist and all). He kicks while being changed. He kicks in the bath. He kicks when you pick him up. He kicks while being fed. He kicked the food cup right out of my hand the other night. It's driving me up the wall, but he's having a grand time!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Kicking feet
My son is a kicker! I knew this way back when he was still inside. He loved to kick me right in the ribs every night as I was going to sleep. So it shouldn't be a surprise to me now that his kicking has been kicked up a notch (sorry, my bad, couldn't resist and all). He kicks while being changed. He kicks in the bath. He kicks when you pick him up. He kicks while being fed. He kicked the food cup right out of my hand the other night. It's driving me up the wall, but he's having a grand time!
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