Man On the Run

Pad pad pad pad pad...pad pad...pad pad pad.....pad pad pad pad. 

That's the sound of little feet.  Usually hear them before I see them.

Pad pad pad pad pad pad.  Clunk.  Crash.  Clunk clunk crash.  There went the tupperware cabinet.

Pad pad pad pad.....pad pad...silence.  Must have hit carpet.  "MOMMMM!!! Jack's eating dirt again. " Yep, must be in the living room bonding with the house plants.

Pad pad pad pad.  Pad pad pad pad.   Slam.  Oops.  Made it to the pantry.  Better investigate.  Pretty saavy.  Already can grab bags from the snack bucket and open up the zip-loc'ed Teddy Grahams, I see.

Pad pad pad pad.....pad pad pad pad.  Zhuuuuuup.  Uh, oh.  The coupon drawer.  Paper-spreading and shredding disaster awaits.  Panic!  Investigate quickly.  Dairy Queen coupon must not be destroyed.

Pad pad pad pad pad pad pad.

Is it naptime yet?  Mine, I mean, of course. 

Just Be Free

Liv at age 4.  Spirit.  Determination.  Pure will.  Creativity.  Imagination.  Passion.

Uncaged, and with the right mix of sleep deprivation, fatigue, or barometric swings, this can be a full-fledged parenting challenge that sends me straight to the closet to put myself in time-out.  However... without it, I would not have this amazing little imaginative being that Bill and I are so priviledged to be parenting. 

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Dear Little Man,

You have reached another milestone: your first haircut.  It transformed you in an instant...which is kind of cool and kind of sad...all in the same moment.  Your babyhood was snipped away with the hair clippings as you now have this grown-up, somewhat wise, and very mischievous toddler-like look about you.  Can't wait to see what the coming months bring.  But please stay out of the house plants and the china hutch.  And potty-train early and easily.

Love,

Mom