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Life With A Toddler…


(Originally posted in February 2016.)

“Are we out of the woods, are we out of the woods, are we out of the woods yet? Are we in the clear, are we in the clear, are we in the clear yet?” — Taylor Swift, “Out of the Woods”

Why are there always more crumbs in the same exact spot I swear I finished sweeping five minutes ago?

That was the longest snack in the history of mankind.

Okay, wash the tray, wash the dishes, wipe down the bib, the floor, the chairs… Put his clothes in the hamper… “Don’t throw that!”

Get a load of laundry started…put him behind the gate while I run to the basement (yes, run, run for your life)… “Stop kicking that door!”

Wake White Fang up…empty the dishwasher…keep one eye on the TV for the local weather forecast… Where’s my coffee? Oh, in the microwave, of course.

Cooing, babbling, giggling, and battery-operated toys singing nursery rhymes. Yay. Sigh.

Wow, I want cake. I don’t care that it’s 7:30 in the morning. How else do you expect me to get through the day?

He’d better take a marathon nap later.

Send hubby off to work…finish the vacuuming…thank heavens, Thomas and Friends is on.

Crying. Even Elmo isn’t cutting it. He’s spilled pureed fruit all down his clothes. He’s yawning and rubbing his eyes. Deep breath.

Diaper change. Fresh clothes (again). Time for bed.

More crying. Ignore it. Make more coffee. Open up blog. Wahhh, wahhh… Ignoring…

Yay, new posts to read!

It’s quiet back there. Ahhh.

Tidy kitchen. Put laundry in dryer. Dance around living room to Taylor Swift. Work on blog.

Wow, he’s been sleeping a long time. Some kind of miracle… But, I’ll just go check…

Oh, God, look at that sweet face. Those tangled curls, those little fingers, closed around the edges of the blanket Grandma made, the blanket I have to sneak off to the washer every now and then, to get rid of the bits of applesauce and yesterday’s crackers.

He’s sleeping peacefully. Yay.

But he’s waking up soon, right? So I can pick him up and hold him tight, feel that soft cheek pressed to mine?

‘”Are we out of the woods yet, are we out of the woods yet, are we out of the woods yet? Are we in the clear yet, are we in the clear yet, are we in the clear yet? Good.”


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