Brady’s current stage in life: You’re doing everything wrong.
I am in a constant state of not understanding the rules my toddler is putting place. No, I wanted the green cup. No, I want to shake the chocolate milk. No, the other channel. No, the other toy. I wanted to turn the page. That’s the wrong one. I said blue, not green.
It can be a bit exhausting. Especially when you add in his elaborate imagination and pretend play. He wants to play pretend baseball with you but of course, you can’t see the invisible ball. So, you say you caught it, he says it dropped. You say it’s a home run, he says it’s a foul ball. Either way, I’m never right. EVER.
Paityn’s current stage in life: Keeping her from causing great bodily injury.
It’s like when a baby starts to walk they suddenly have this instinct to try to break a bone. The girl is fearless, like most little ones that are ignorant to the real world. She doesn’t realize that her older brother will not catch her properly if she propels her body off the couch into his arms. Standing on the toilet isn’t going to end well. Climbing in general won’t end well. And splashing in the toilet is gross. So is grabbing handfuls of poo when I change you.
All of these new stages in life just have me wondering what will come next…and also reminds me how difficult teenage years will be. I know then I will wish that my hardest battle is kids standing on the arm of the couch.
Liz is a just a mom trying to keep it real about how little she sleeps, how often she gets puked on and how much she loves them. You can find her here every day writing about real-mom moments.
He really likes his arbitrary rules, doesn’t he? The imaginary foul ball is my favorite. 🙂
what you need to do is adapt to life