I am mom to a toddler
When I am talking on the phone she wants to talk too, even if it’s the power company. So please don’t mind me while I attempt to have conversations with you over text messages. Its easier to read what you are saying than to argue with a two-year old about talking to everyone on the phone.
I am mom to a toddler.
Driving in the car to any destination no matter how short the distance means putting her socks and shoes back on when we get there. And if it’s raining you can bet a shoe will somehow be missing, leaving you wondering if you left the window down at any point for her to have tossed it.
I am a mom to a toddler.
Bath time can be glorious fun… as long as you don’t have to wash her hair. And don’t get a single drop of water on her face. Then, sure lets splash in the water… get water her own face, which is apparently not the same as when mom does it.
I am mom to a toddler.
That means cooking anything means I will be needing assistance. So we put the hair in a pony tail, wash the hands, pull the sleeves back, put on the apron… only for her to realize that she would rather be playing with her brother.
I am mom to a toddler.
This means while I can buy the coolest Lisa Frank coloring books for her I had better be ready for every single page to be colored on, 5 to be half ripped out, the cover to be missing, and you better bet she will help me with any picture I want to color.
I am mom to a toddler.
This means tucking her into bed at night means 5 kisses, 3 squeezee hugs, and a hug and kiss for all 7 baby dolls she is sleeping with. It also means singing “baby fall down”, or as others might know it rock-a-bye baby. And a round or two of “wonder star”, Twinkle Twinkle.
I am mom to a toddler.
This means no moment of silence during the day is golden… it means disaster. So PANIC!!
I am mom to a toddler.
It means afternoon naps followed by a prompt snack or you will have a hungry cranky little person that can cry louder and harder and longer than one might think possible.
I am mom to a toddler and a six year old.
That means I go to bed early and am exhausted much of the time.
It also means I am lucky. And I know it. Motherhood is exhausting, but it is worth every cup of coffee or afternoon nap required to get through it.
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Enjoyed reading your post and remembering those days when my son was little!!! It really does go by so fast. 🙂 Have a wonderful day!!