Ever have those days where… In the morning, thoughts cross your mind about taking your children to the toy store and forgetting to bring them home, dropping them off for a few hours, supervising them just enough to ensure that they don’t break anything while sipping the double mocha extra caramel super latte with whipped cream that you will need to get through the day and avoiding eye contact with those who are shaking their heads in disapproval and leaving the general area due to the screaming and chaos. But by the afternoon, you think, if I saw this kid in a toy store, I would steal him and bring him home for my own because being this cute should be illegal. Maybe it is true that each age that your child currently is, is the best age. But I really love the toddler age. The newborn days are ones to cherish, through your blurry tiredness you always find that last ounce of energy to watch your tiny little creation sleeping. An intense overwhelming love has taken over your entire being. Then the little accomplishments begin and you are beaming with pride over your little one sitting up or rocking unsteadily on her hands and knees. Sure those days are great too. Who doesn’t love watching a home movie of a two foot tall person teetering back and forth on flat feet without bending his knees as you nervously await with open arms, ready to dive in for the save at a seconds notice. But then all of a sudden, the fruits of your labor bloom and this little person suddenly begins to communicate with you. There is nothing that can prepare you for the laughter, tears, pride, amazement, and embarrassment to come. Yes God made them so cute for a reason. They need to survive toddlerhood. Some days you could eat them with as spoon as if they were a bowl of ice cream. Other days, you would give them a bowl of ice cream and a spoon if you could just take a dump without having to read Go Dog Go. With someone in your lap. I mean I’ve never done that. I was just sayin… An example if you will.

There is a Christmas decoration theme in this room, do you know what it is? Look closely. Think about the position of the items. Oh yes. They are all five plus feet in the air. What’s that? You might be a mom…if all of your Christmas decorations are in unusually high places…You only have ornaments of the top one third of your tree…

My first year with the “Christmas Bear” that my parents “gave” me about six years ago.

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2 Responses to “I need a spoon”

    Lauren
    November 26th, 2007 10:36 pm

    omg I just wrote about Go-Dog-Go in my blog too!! lol…you just summed up alot of what I was thinking, esp tonight as I watched Aidan waddle up the stairs with a sippee cup, baby, crayons, and coloring book!! They are doing something new every sec and I love it and it makes me sad at the same time because I know they are growing up!

    And the ice cream thing…oh yea!! Yesterday I gave them all the delicious breakfast and juice they could ever want…just for a 2 min shower. I came back down stairs and Aidan was stuck in the trash can and asher was in the middle of the laundry basket throwing clothes everywhere….oh well…one day…one day ;-)

    Lauren
    November 26th, 2007 10:38 pm

    I love Charlie! I think that is so sweet that he goes everywhere with Caleb!! I forced paci’s, bears, and blankie’s on my child and they didn’t want any thing to do with it

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