I love this child so much that sometimes my heart aches. Sitting on the front step at dusk – in his naked bliss. Life is grand when you are two years old.
I received a letter in the mail yesterday addressed to ‘Bednedick’. I’ve never gotten that one before, nice job! I’ll add it to my list.
Hudson was filthy last week but we could not tear him away from his nightly viewing of ‘Woody’ long enough for him to get in the tub. So what does a resourceful Mama do? She does whatever works.
Because seriously, not much in our house is worth fighting about. And I’ve heard this makes me a pansy Mama, but I’m okay with that. We don’t do Ferber, we don’t force meals, or enforce bedtimes, we don’t turn the doorknob around to lock our kid in his bedroom at night, we don’t cut holes in Hudson’s pacifiers and we certainly don’t argue over a bath.
How sexy am I in my nursing tank and bright red yoga pants? And WOW my kitchen was a mess that night!
And then the little bugger took my rubber glove and filled it up with water. That part was uncalled for.
I managed to rescue the second glove.
And voila! A clean, tear-free toddler.