My teenage toddler, as I call him, is down for his nap. Granted he’s not actually napping yet. He’s gotten pretty good and going down for me
at naptime and bedtime. Of course that’s
subject to change without notice. Wouldn’t
it be awesome to get a formal notice before they do things? Maybe even a little sticky note that says “this
is your first and only warning that in 47 minutes and 30 seconds not only will I
have a dirty diaper I will also pull all of the movies off the shelf and throw
a tantrum because they’re now on the floor”.
All tantrums, fits, and general misbehavior aside, I am
truly grateful and happy to have my little boy.
He is absolutely the best blessing I’ve ever received. Whether they are planned or a surprise, as in
my case, they truly are wonderful. I
remember that it took forever for that “mommy” word to sink into my brain.
This morning I was an all living, breathing toy box. He piled me high with cars, trucks, and
dinosaurs. Needless to say he wasn’t
very happy when I had to get up. Some
days I have to wear a diaper on my head to get him to stay still while I’m
changing him. Others I have to walk
around like a penguin or a monkey to put him in a better mood. I love those moments when I’m in public. I end up making a fool out of myself to keep
him content. I never think about it
until after. Then I’m looking around
hoping no one saw it. Ah, the things we
do for our children.
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