Little man and I played in the garden this morning. He was getting his new clothes dirty so I stripped him down to his diaper. We (he) made dirt angels and we (I) checked all my newly blooming flowers. 🌺 He’s only interested in my flowers when I’m not looking. He’s even more interested in getting filthy and hiding his chalk. It was a good day. Cars were raced, animals were transported, in said cars. Zootopia played. Songs were sung. I’m so lucky that snuggling is one of his new favorite things. Mama needed a nap after all the go go go. Maybe tomorrow.
I’m so so so happy you like to brush your teeth. You love to brush your teeth. I can’t make this up. We lucked out, I know. You loved watching me brush my teeth as a tiny baby.
I know I started it. This thing that I now complain about. You were so curious about my tooth brush. So willing to let me brush your gums with my tooth brush. I figured it was good you were so willing to brush.
You have 4 tooth brushes that I can think of. You’re favorite, is mine. It is not among those I count as yours. Because it’s not, it’s mine. If only you could use your own. I even tried switching our tooth brushes just to give you the color I mistakenly assumed you wanted. Your favorite color is which ever color I use.
I’ve tried bright new fun colors. Giving you my “old one”. A lighting McQueen tooth brush that the two of us bought to make it more exciting and hopefully effective. You couldn’t care less about it.
So my last resort is to get matching toothbrushes for you and I. I’ll try it all, just so you DON’T USE MY TOOTHBRUSH!
Dear lord please use your spoon.
You know how to use it. You are actually quite good at using your spoon. This phase of not wanting to use a spoon has me oscillating between amusement and frustration minute by minute.
I see your excitement as the gooey yogurt squishes between your fingers and the how funny you think it is to lick them clean. The delight you get from ripping your pb sandwich apart just to play with the sticky peanut butter. Brings me joy and high blood pressure.
Sweet boy. I’ll let you do it for now. Because you’re learning. I’m learning too. Learning you may always be my baby but you won’t always be little. So for now, be that little boy who gets to play with his food. But seriously DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING.