I remember rocking my sweet baby after she had just barfed all over me (for the fourth time) and thinking about her toddler years; imagining long nights of slumber, days filled with fun, my sweet girl on my lap reading with me.
But this chick right here?
Isn’t following my toddler vision.
Apparently when you’re almost three, and you hear something you don’t like, your arm suddenly flings away from your body and makes contact with anything or any person close to you.
Screams of “NO!” accompany the flinging arms and cause the toddler body to become weightless.
There are squirms, pouts, crossed arms, and stomping feet.
Coats become impossible to put on.
There are no breakfast cereals in the world that satisfy her now sophisticated pallet.
Blue pants are out… pink pants are in.
No! Blue pants!
And I, her mother, am ridiculous.
Just wait child.
You will bring friends home one day and beg your father and I to “be cool.”
We’ll smile and nod.
And then, when you walk through the door with your “O-M-G, we’re, like, totally awesome, girls,” your father and I will have moved all of the furniture out of the living room and will be in our underwear, sitting on lawn chairs, drinking beer.
That, my dear, is called payback.
We love you.
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