Category Archives: Little Man

Little Man attended his cousin, Brianna’s, 15th birthday party. He insisted on dressing up so he wouldn’t embarrass her. Check him out. What do you think? Should I be worried about the girls during his teenage years?

Hottie flipped through the channels last night and paused on a singing performance by 4TROOPS on the USS Intrepid. We sat and watched it for a few moments. Little Man paused in his industrious emptying of his diaper bag for … Continue reading →

Little Man’s walking everywhere now. I hate it. He’s not minding me when I tell him he’s not allowed to walk anywhere. Just like he didn’t mind his mama when I told him he wasn’t allowed to crawl anywhere. I’m … Continue reading →

I met Hottie and Little Man today for lunch at Sam’s Club. They arrived moments after me. I got Little Man out of his daddy’s truck. He was so excited to see me and tried to share his cheese puff … Continue reading →

After giving birth to Little Man, I lost the weight rather easily. Disgusting, I know. Matter of fact, by the time he was four months old I looked better than I had prior to pregnancy.  I like to call that … Continue reading →

Little Man is getting bigger. He now has two more teeth.  Not the front two middle ones, oh no, not my boy! His two other teeth are his incisors peaking through his gums. And oddly enough, the Tongue that we … Continue reading →

There are some things that never occur to you until you have a child. Today, let’s talk car seats. There are three major kinds of car seats – an infant seat that you can carry the baby around in and … Continue reading →

When I had Little Man, I received a package from my friends in Hong Kong that contained a couple of cute little outfits for him to wear. I loved that they cared enough to send something from so far away … Continue reading →

Little Man has graduated from his baby tub to the big boy tub. He loves it. He gets so excited that he’ll stand on the side of the tub, tighten his whole body up, and squeal with delight.   And … Continue reading →

Grannie came to town and got a hold of Little Man. She smothered him in kisses. And spoiled him rotten. Little Man ate it up. I remember when Hottie first met my mother. “Babe,” he told me, “you know how … Continue reading →