For a month.
|But not really, because how could I ever leave these precious faces behind?|
|Especially if they're covered in vanilla ice cream?|
Anyway, I won't subject you to a long litany of all that went down yesterday.
Here's the summary:
*I woke up (much too early) on the wrong side of the bed.
*I didn't have any time to myself before B woke up.
*He was incredibly cranky.
*He said things like, "Nose on B's fing-guh, Mama," and "B dancing on table, Mama."
*I let him paint. I kept finding evidence of his artistic endeavor in random places throughout the rest of the day.
*We went to Story Time at the library for the first time and it was not a pleasant experience for either of us.
*He woke up prematurely from his nap, and after listening to him whine (uncharacteristic) and see him yawn repeatedly, I had to convince him to go back to sleep.
*He woke up incredibly cranky again.
*Gave him a popsicle and let him watch a video at the table to calm down while I finished some chores.
*Soon thereafter heard "Lotsa poopies on chair, Mama."
Really, I just had to laugh. Because you know what?
He's the only child I have to love on, laugh with, teach.
He's just two.
And this, too, shall pass.
Soon enough, I won't have him constantly with me for over 12 hours a day.