In your old age, if you should ever wonder what "sweetness and light" look like, please refer to your baby pictures. You are such a happy kid. You are content to be held, but only for a moment, because there are outlets that must be investigated and gates to be checked. You and your brother are the reason child proofing was invented. We have the house locked down. We have a gate blocking the office, (to keep you guys from pulling all of the books off of the shelves and pressing the big shiny button on the computer... the one that kills the power and turns it off) and the stairs. The cabinets are locked down, the trash can is hidden and the toilet remains behind closed doors, but still you manage to break into the bathroom, grab my hair brush and stir the toilet with it. Ain't we got fun?
I'm a member of a local stay at home Moms club, (Administrative VP actually - yay mommy) and I frequently attend kid friendly events. We have play dates and park dates and lots of fun stuff, but you rarely get to go. The other day we had a morning event at someones house and for some reason, I found myself wondering why I didn't just take you and your brother both.
You see, usually just your brother goes and you stay home with Daddy. You brother really loves playing with the other kids but, you are are still at the age where other children are more of something in your way to a toy than something to play with. You probably have just as much fun roaming the playroom at home by yourself, free to play with whatever you like without it being taken away. So, long story short, I decided to take you both.
We weren't there 15 minutes before I knew exactly why I don't take you both to these events... I can't be two places at once. I have to keep a close eye on you because you love to climb stairs. You're also brave enough to put almost anything in the mouth, although you are getting better about it, I can't help being paranoid when I'm at someone else's house. At our house when you have something in your mouth, it's most likely food. It might be a corner of a 2 week old pop tart that fell underneath the sofa, which I do not approve of you eating, but at least I know you aren't about to swallow an earring or a high heeled Barbie shoe.
Your brother also still needs some attention when he's in public. He has to be reminded of things like, we do not throw toy baby strollers and that walking up to another child, yanking the toy they have and walking off is not acceptable behavior. So the entire time, I kept having to choose between the lesser of evils. I was miserable and I must have said your name in that "warning" tone 100 times. But you weren't the slightest bit interested in what Mommy had to say. Not when you had a barette in your mouth.
Your brother also still needs some attention when he's in public. He has to be reminded of things like, we do not throw toy baby strollers and that walking up to another child, yanking the toy they have and walking off is not acceptable behavior. So the entire time, I kept having to choose between the lesser of evils. I was miserable and I must have said your name in that "warning" tone 100 times. But you weren't the slightest bit interested in what Mommy had to say. Not when you had a barette in your mouth.
You are trying to turn into a picky eater, which is shocking because for a long time you would eat anything. Now you've decided that you will throw all of the food from your high chair tray onto the floor, continuously until something is put onto your tray that you would prefer to eat. This morning I gave you broccoli casserole and half a banana for breakfast, (what kid doesn't like THAT for breakfast?!) You took a bite and then threw the rest on the floor.
You kept yelling, "AAAAHHHHH!!!" while looking at your brother, who was eating the pop tart he somehow managed to talk me into giving him for breakfast. I figured it wasn't really fair that he was eating pop tart and you weren't, (even though I promise my broccoli casserole IS better), so I gave you a pop tart, which you happily began chomping on. You enjoyed it so, that you didn't even notice that your milk had been spiked with Flax Seed Oil.
Every time you snuggle up to me, it makes me think I could have 10 babies if it would mean that I could keep the feeling I get when you are sweet, sleepy and warm in my arms just a little bit longer. This is the last stage of baby and it's so hard not to wish it away and look forward to the days of future that will be diaper free. The days that you can walk up and down stairs without me hovering behind you waiting to correct even the slightest misstep. But when those days are here, these days will be gone... and I'll miss them.I love you,
Mommy
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