A day in the life of Billy.

Billy is a busy boy!
That's the best way I can think to describe him. I have a difficult time not being stressed out by his antics.

His day is pretty full. He wakes up, and if I'm still sleeping he will scour the house for something to dump out. It could be baby powder, lotion, anything I forgot to put away the day before. Then I will wake up to the smell of whatever is all over my bedroom.

Once I've cleaned up that mess we go downstairs and he is in the refrigerator looking for milk. If there is a cup he will pull it out and spill some on the floor before the cup reaches his mouth. If not he will get the gallon jug out. He waits for nobody.

I sit him down for breakfast and he eats. When he is done of I dont let him down from his chair right away he gets bored and starts flinging milk and cereal or whatever I give him around the room.

Once I've cleaned that up I can get him to sit down for a cartoon. If he decides he isn't interested he will repeatedly jump off of every piece of furniture he can climb on. Or he will go back to the refrigerator and dump the parmesean cheese or drink some chocolate syrup.

He loves to cuddle. He will climb into my lap and sit with me.

He likes to wrestle. He has the sweetest smile. Even when he is grabbing my phone or drawing on the bottom of his feet with a pen he found.

Billy loves trucks. He pushes his mega blocks truck around the house and tries to mimic the sound effects he hears his brother making.  He has quite an imagination.

Lunchtime is a repeat of breakfast. Then he goes back into the refrigerator.

Then comes 1:00 and those two blissful hours of naptime. This kid needs a nap. He is a nightmare by 5:00 without one.





He wakes up and he is back in the refrigerator.

We play and watch cartoons some more and I have the door to the kitchen locked so he stays out.

While I'm cooking dinner I struggle to keep him away from the counter tops and the stove. He opens the deep freezer because he likes to scrape the ice out and eat it.

At dinner he likes to feed it to the dog if he doesn't want it.

After dinner he is his most rambunctious.  He runs all over the house climbs all over and shrieks a lot.

He is so much fun.

He is in the refrigerator again.

We start our bedtime routine. He loves his spin brush.  He wants to spit his toothpaste like his brother but he doesn't quite get the concept so he swallows it then leans over the sink and makes a spitting sound. We go upstairs and he picks out a book then runs around playing while I read.

Then he says his prayers.  We say the child's bedtime prayer. We want him to learn a love for God as early as possible. He doesn't have it memorized yet but he says it so sweetly. When I say "may angels watch me" he thinks I'm talking about me and says "may angels watch you." He wants lots of hugs and kisses. He loves hugs and kisses he gives them to me all day long and I love it. I tuck him multiple times before he finally falls asleep.



Billy is a busy boy. He is into everything. He keeps me moving. He shows me amazing love and I can't imagine not having him in my life.

God chose me to be his mom. I am so blessed.
He is mine, yet he is not my own. He is God's child and God has given me the responsibility of raising him to love him like I do. To be a great man one day. To love and not hate. To not judge and let live, to have a kind heart and empathy towards others. To have a good work ethic

But for now, we'll just go back to playing with our toys and learning to stay out of the refrigerator :)