This weekend I…
- Hid in the kitchen to eat Easter candy. Twice.
- Let Miles play with the drawer full of (sealed) Scentsy bars in the kitchen so I could finish eating a piece of bread with peanut butter on it (moms of toddlers, you know how it is). He promptly closed the drawer on all eight of his fingers (not his two thumbs). And I didn’t get to finish my half a peanut butter sandwich.
- Also let Miles unroll an entire roll of paper towels all around the dining room, so I could finish my coffee while it was still hot.
- Watched my son eat food off the floor that he refused to eat while sitting in his highchair. Does it taste better off the floor?
- Let the cat clean up the spilled milk in the dining room. More than twice.
- Took the highchair outside and hosed it off in the driveway, instead of wiping up the mess. Work smarter, not harder.
- At Rainbow Sherbet for lunch on Saturday. At 2:30p.
- Did not shower for two days, and the only reason I showered today was for church (although Jesus doesn’t care if my hair has oatmeal in it, I’m sure). There are many, may things I can accomplish in my son’s three hour nap, but showering did not make the list this weekend.
It’s been a heck of a week around here. Sometimes, you just have to embrace the chaos…because even in the midst of “how did that get on the ceiling?” it’s still sunshine and rainbows and love and magic. Chaos is still the best thing going.
Amid the chaos, we also taught Miles how to give kisses on the lips – he does it with a great, big, open and drooly mouth, and it is adorable. He also learned where his nose is, and can even show it to you without picking it! He has learned new words like: ball, thank you, yo-yo, kitty and tree (so at some point he’s going to intentionally call me mama, right?!) And since taking his first good steps two weeks ago, he’s now practically running laps around the dining room table, with me following closely behind saying things like “Please don’t eat that!” and “YOU MUST WEAR PANTS!”
Tomorrow is Monday, which means in one more week, our best boy will be one year old. Weekends and first years pass by much too quickly.
Enjoy each moment,