Some days I wonder how I filled my time before I was a mom. Life must have been so easy! I look at people who have more than one child and wonder why they are not institutionalized ;)
Anyhow, here are just a few reasons why Clay's cute little face and personality keep him alive:
1. Not a day goes by that the toilet paper doesn't get shredded and hidden in every nook and cranny, everything in the dishwasher and cupboards is pulled out and hidden around the house, and at least one thing is dropped in the toilet everyday.
2. The neighbors probably think I am beating him every time he needs a diaper change. I have to put my leg over his chest and arms, so he can't get away or get his hands in his diaper.
3. Without fail, at mealtimes, most of his food is dropped or thrown on the floor.
4. Whenever the phone goes up to my ear, he is right there tugging on my legs making an awful sqwaking sound. As soon as I put the phone down, he runs off and plays happily!
5. If I am in the shower or putting on my make up, he has to join in the fun or he is not happy. Those things usually have to wait til naptime.
Hopefully our next child will be cute, otherwise he/she might not be so lucky!
However, aside from his cute face, here are some other things that keep me loving this job: His raspy little laugh, his excitement to see me when I get him out of his crib, his little hands and face while he's discovering new things, watching him play with his daddy, his slobbery kisses and soft skin, laughing at himself in the mirror, his cuddles and gappy-toothed smiles, his funny little run, his innocence and tenderness.
Anyhow, here are just a few reasons why Clay's cute little face and personality keep him alive:
1. Not a day goes by that the toilet paper doesn't get shredded and hidden in every nook and cranny, everything in the dishwasher and cupboards is pulled out and hidden around the house, and at least one thing is dropped in the toilet everyday.
2. The neighbors probably think I am beating him every time he needs a diaper change. I have to put my leg over his chest and arms, so he can't get away or get his hands in his diaper.
3. Without fail, at mealtimes, most of his food is dropped or thrown on the floor.
4. Whenever the phone goes up to my ear, he is right there tugging on my legs making an awful sqwaking sound. As soon as I put the phone down, he runs off and plays happily!
5. If I am in the shower or putting on my make up, he has to join in the fun or he is not happy. Those things usually have to wait til naptime.
Hopefully our next child will be cute, otherwise he/she might not be so lucky!
However, aside from his cute face, here are some other things that keep me loving this job: His raspy little laugh, his excitement to see me when I get him out of his crib, his little hands and face while he's discovering new things, watching him play with his daddy, his slobbery kisses and soft skin, laughing at himself in the mirror, his cuddles and gappy-toothed smiles, his funny little run, his innocence and tenderness.