Grady is our last and only planned child. He has been my easiest and most difficult child all at once. To change his diaper is to deal with twisting headstands and hands in the butt (It’s great when it’s a #2 diaper). He shrieks like a pterodactyl when he doesn’t get his way and he Eddie Haskill’s the crap out of Madilyn. I’m betting 50% of what she gets in trouble for, Grady instigated with a smile. Grady loves to eat and literally eats more volume than our growing 11 year old. That probably also explains why he poops a minimum of 4 times every day. I’ve often switched to disposable diapers for a week just so I can get a break from swishing ish in the toilet. Sometimes, I’m not gonna lie, it gets a little old.
Grady’s favorite things are my boobs (which he is no longer allowed to nurse from but constantly grabs regardless), dancing, the blue monster that he can’t sleep without, and my old baby blanket. He has a recent fondness for planes, trains, and automobiles, and whatever toy or book his older sister is holding at any given time. He brings me constant joy and I love when he cuddles in close for a tight hug. Watch out for this kid on the football and baseball fields in the next few years. He is athletic as heck and has the arm of a 15 year old pitcher!
Grady has a pretty severe gluten allergy. His bucket is small to medium, but if he has exactly one too many pretzels, he has explosive diarrhea and vomiting. Thanks to our diet, we don’t really have to worry too much about this problem, but well meaning guests and grandparents often overdo it on the gluten and mama ends up spending the night cleaning vomit and other delicious smelling bodily fluids from the carpet. It’s Mama’s favorite.
Grady makes sounds and smells that nobody has ever heard or smelled before which is why he is called “Stinky”. He’s our little skunk for sure.