You know you have a toddler when:
You actually look forward to 6:15am because it’s so stinkin’ cute that the kid proudly says, “Waaaaake! Meeeee! Wake!” as he wiggles to get out from under his blankets.
Your formerly really cozy-cool den/reading room transforms into a fort/epic dinosaur battle room.
Crumbs on the couch, under the couch, on the floor, crushed in the carpet, sprinkled over every surface are, well, normal. #newstandardofcleanliness
Bananas, yogurt, string cheese and graham crackers–all things you used to eat, are ferociously protected and reserved for the youngster. So much so that you don’t even remember what those yummy foods taste like anymore.
Guests have to sidestep boats, walruses, numerous fishes, balls and other such bathtub toys when trying to shower. #sorrydon’ttrip
The words helicopter, elevator & alligator all sound the same. But you can tell the difference.
Your new baby girl gets peanut butter kiss marks on her cheeks and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles placed in her arms.
The approaching winter is more dreadful than ever before. How to expend enough of his energy indoors?? #impossible
You often have to explain the difference between stickers and window clings. So not the same thing …
A blog moment is interrupted by a little voice saying, “Stories Mama? Stories?” #whocouldresist?
You dream of three word sentences and a potty trained son.
Your blogging is interrupted again by the same little voice, now done with his bath, asking, “Mama plays? Me? Turtles?” and you crouch on the floor to have a battle between two ninja turtles, a giraffe and the Hulk. #practicingmybattlesounds
Equally so, you can’t even begin to count how many times a day you hear “Deez Mama?” “Wook, Mama!” “Mama? Down?”
When playing with your precious son, you are almost always told you’re doing it wrong. “No Mama!” #somanyopinions
Pretty much you know you have a toddler when your world is full of joy, giggles, tantrums, precious moments, hair-pulling situations & lots and lots of cuddly hugs, “pat-pat-pats” on the back, and sloppy wet peanut butter kisses. I pray for more words, I hope for easy potty training … but for now, I have a little 2 1/2 year old who has said, “Deez Mama” 4 times in the last 20 seconds, just asked me to go “down” to “plays” with his sticker book in hand and his overalls falling off his shoulder. I’ve said, “In a minute” twice and should probably now go. #lovebeingamom