. . . discovering there are good and bad types of door handles. We have the bad type (easily opened handles that are pushed up or pulled down, not a door knob that has to be turned).
. . . never leaving a little one alone in the bathroom, unless I want to return and find the entire roll of toilet paper clogging the toilet, toothpaste and hand soap all over the counter and mirror, all the towels pulled off the rack, and the entire bottle of shampoo emptied into the tub.
. . . my t-shirts work double duty as basic clothing AND for running noses, wiping away tears, slobbering on while crying, bleeding on after falling down, and hanging onto. . . . realizing I will never again sit or lay down without someone climbing on top of me.
. . . trying to open my closet door only to find I can't because everything withing reach has been pulled onto the floor and there are two giggling girls sitting against the door.
. . . summoning previously unknown bouncer skills for breaking up fights and refereeing play times. . . . just knowing that every time I leave the kitchen I will return to find someone dancing on the counter.
. . . never going to the bathroom alone again.
. . . Elmo, Cookie Monster, and Zoe are our new BFF's.
Written in honor of my delayed recognition that Jolie is now a toddler and has been for such an obviously long time! I have still been thinking of her as my "baby", but as my excuse, I suffer from mommy-brain maladies caused by toddlers.
1 comment:
Never, EVER, going to the bathroom alone again. Someone is going to come find you or follow you, that is guaranteed. Even now, because my bathroom door doesn't close tight, the cats find me. What is that all about? So, my question is, where have your older two children disappeared to--they must be out the door and down the street all day every day. Hard to take their picture when they are not there!
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