a shift is happening.
my baby boy is a toddler and is pretending he is two or something. it is a little tiring and i feel like i have a choice to make.
sometimes i want to be lazy and just let things be, but i know i am not doing him any favors. i need to get up, and be hands on. this can be exhausting, but i need to do it.
so, when i get moments like i got this morning i savor them.
me and ambrose sitting on the couch, him on my lap, his usually busy little toddler legs in my hands and his sweet head uncharacteristically relaxed and resting on on me too. we're watching 101 dalmatians for the umpteenth time and i really dont mind, i like this one. we're bobbing along to the music and snuggling up a little more when that scary cruella deville is on the screen. he sighs and says, "my mama" and nuzzles in and i am enjoying it.
later today he'll get a time out for trying to flush a whole roll of toilet paper down the toilet and i'll think it's funny, but i'll have to be firm and lead him gently but uncompromisingly to his room until he can settle down and come out on his own.
this is hard for me, but i know i need to do it if i want him to grow into the person i know he was intended to be and he is so smart that he is forgiving and when he's calmed down we'll get out the crayons to draw a picture for daddy, and chomp on apple slices, and curl up to read a good story and he will be a little wiser for it and have learned something.
that's my hope for him anyway. it's not easy being a toddler or the mom of a toddler sometimes, but it is pretty sweet and precious too.