Not long ago I spoke about the dead silence that most mothers know – the silence that alerts you to the antics of your 2-3 year old child, sending you leaping from your task to see what sorts of shenanigans your child is up to. I can’t remember exactly what I was doing at the time but last Friday I recall doing something with Violet (my best guess is feeding her) and after a few moments I realized that all sounds were gone from Jacob’s room – I shook the fear from my face, nestled Violet into her pack and play and hurried upstairs to find my son sitting cross legged on my bed with two books he had received for his birthday. I’m sure you’ve seen these books before, the ones that come with markers – yeah, brilliant idea for toddlers – whoever came up with this oh so brilliant idea…you suck. I had placed the books on my tall dresser, the one that I thought Jacob could not reach and the one we had previously used to keep items out of reach from Jacob – darn those growth spurts.
Ever since we started potty training weeks ago my son has developed an interest in being nude all the time ….I guess it takes too much effort to unbutton your shorts, yank down your drawers and plant your rear on the toilet seat so (more…)