I call my son Wild, because that is what he is. I hear of these children that sit and play with a toy and are entertained for hours.
Not Wild.
I can dump and entire toy chest full of toys onto the floor in hopes that he will find one out of one thousand things to play with and be content. For five minutes. But, that's just not Wild's personality. He was crawling at five months, and now at eleven months, he is an expert runner. And climber.
Wild is rarely dressed.
He is a mess.
He skips naps.
He fights the schedule that I try so hard to keep him confined to.
But he is MINE.
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