I suck at playing.
I mean, I’m not good at it.
Pretend play scenarios hurt my brain.
I often put half-assed energy into it.
I intensely dislike coming up with dialogue between two Hot Wheels cars that are about to be attacked by a T-Rex.
I get bored of repeatedly having the bad guys break out of jail only to be captured again by our hero, Batman.
Toddlers are hard.
They are messy and loud.
They interrupt and have little regard for personal space.
They are grumpy a lot of times and say “no” so often you would think they were paid by the word.
They are extraordinarily creative and curious to a fault.
They are overly active and down-right exhausting.
Yes, my friend. Toddlers are hard, and I am with you.
“Don’t catch me, Mommy!” my three-year-old exclaimed as I reached for him.
He was busy bounding up and down the bleacher steps at his Daddy’s baseball game last night. Happy and confident, he was taking such pleasure in the loud “boom” the metal planks made with each exaggerated step that he took. He was having a most wonderful time.
I, on the other hand, was watching with bated breath. My insides clenched with anxiety with each move he made, as I just waited for him to fall. My mommy instincts were in full effect, and I swooped in to rescue him. I reached out for his hand. Continue reading
While playing UNO with my family tonight, my just turned 3-year-old saw this card in the picture and excitedly exclaimed, “The Power of Veto!”
Now, all of you Big Brother fans will know what this means. My whole family – including my little guy – are huge B.B. fans. So, naturally he recognized this as the symbol for the coveted power to overturn a nomination in the televised game.
I was proud (oddly, perhaps) of his memory, his recognition, and his ability to generalize the information to our card game. I totally looked at this as a proud mommy moment.