I'm having a REALLY hard time enjoying my 2 year little boy.
Sure, he's cute. And silly.
And "helpful". Sometimes.
I'm just exhausted from all the cleaningofbodilyfluids/wipingthefloor--again/putting"Don't Break the Ice" togetherforthegajillionthtime/time-outs.
He's gettin' on my last nerve.
I have to change his clothes 26 and a half times a day because he can't stand being wet and or dirty. Everything he does in his little world causes both of these.
He still thinks that the wall is the place to practice his writing and creating of art masterpieces. Even after all the time-outs.
Put up all the pencils, you say.
There are about 4 trillion pencils lurking in every corner of this house. I don't think I could find them all if I spent the rest of my natural days in search of them.
He finds things that even Sherlock Holmes would miss.
He thinks everything is a missile to be launched into the wide blue yonder. Balls, blocks, books, littlest pet shops, die-cast cars. They all hurt when connecting with your head.
Seriously, he better watch his back.
He's lucky he's so irrestible.
I have to remind myself of the things I love about him:
1.he loves wiping his own face with a napkin while eating.
2.he loves Curious George
3.he loves putting away the flatware while I'm unloading the dishwasher (see above photo).
4.he loves to sing.
5.he loves me. (*sigh*)
I'm hooked.
Like a goody-2-shoes and her motorcycle-riding/leather-wearing/mustache-sporting beau.
I love the dangerous ones.
1 comment:
I know just how you feel...
I always say that Cy is a perfect name because he makes me ***sigh*** all the time! Sometimes it's a isn't he so adorable ***sigh*** and others it's a your driving me crazy ***sigh***
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