Eli. Eli, Eli, Eli. What to say other than you SURE DID get the memo that you have turned two, huh?
You are lucky that you are cute and cuddly and learning funny little phrases, so that when I have to stomp, er, go to your room for the third time in a row at ten o' clock at night, you can hold up your arms, immediately stop screaming, and lisp sweetly, "COME 'ere!" And then grab my sleeve and attempt to haul my giant adult body into your toddler bed beside you, but in the most winsome and coaxing manner possible, so that I have almost no choice but to at least TRY to force your tiny bed to hold us both.
Turns out it does, until my leg falls asleep. Unlike YOURSELF!
Dude, if I end up with ten extra pounds and a drinking problem this winter, the blame is squarely on your little shoulders. Because once you are finally asleep, all I ever want to do is celebrate, adult-style. (And by adult style I of course mean diving into a box of cookies and a tumbler of red wine while watching the most recent Netflix offering.)
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Imagine how many fewer children we would have in the world if they weren't so freaking cute. Seriously. Survival mechanism at its finest.
I agree with Jess. I mean, do you think- biologically speaking- that IS the main reason children are squishy and kissable and adorable?
I think: YES.
Awww. Totally agree with Jess and Marie. Is this why teenagers are in trouble all the time? Because they're not cute and cuddly anymore, but they still drive us crazy?
Totally. It's no accident that mothers always think their kids are cute!
Okay, wait, you are DEFINITELY hitting the sauce because that child is NOT TWO. I remember clearly when he was BORN. That cannot have been two years ago. TAKE IT BACK.
My two-year-old is cute too. good thing or he'd have perished months ago!!
We skipped the toddler bed and jumped straight to a twin size for the very reason that sometimes you need to curl up with the little ones.
Oh, the hours I have logged hanging halfway off a toddler bed or on the floor beside it. No wonder my back is all effed up!! But this is what we do *sigh*
I agree with Jess. Every time my daughter pushes me to my breaking point, she does something incredibly amazing. It's like they know exactly when they can no longer push their luck and turn on the charm.
I will take care of his 2 year old self when I visit next week!!!! Can't wait to see my babies!!!
Auntie Rach
OMG, that pic of him on the right - whose baby is that? Because your baby is surely not such a grown up little boy, right? Because he was just a wee tiny babe last month. RIGHT??!!
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