So the little guy is going through the “mom…mom…mom…” phase. It never ends. He’s very curious and constantly has something on his mind that he wants to share with me. Normally I have a deep appreciation for his inquisitiveness, but not before I’ve had at least one cup of coffee.
So this morning, as I’m drinking my coffee, he stands in front of me and starts his endless string of questioning. I’ve got one eye glued shut with old mascara, drool still coming out of my mouth and I can’t really focus on anything except getting the cup to my mouth. I looked at him quietly, hoping to communicate with my eye how not up for this conversation I was, but he wasn’t getting it. In a morning haze, I tried desperately to think of a way to silence him for just a few minutes. Only half thinking, I slowly extended my finger towards my toddlers face. He continued talking at sonic speed until I stuck my finger right up his little nostril. He was instantly silent, and still, moving only his eyes from left to right, I’m assuming to see if anyone else was witnessing the unfolding insanity. Because it had worked so well, I just kept my finger up there, enjoying the silence and drinking my coffee with my free hand. It was the most peaceful thirty seconds of my life.
- Thought of the Day: Childhood (berinkinsman.com)
- My son, the tiny insane person (i.e. toddler). (aimeecartier.wordpress.com)
- He is not naughty, he’s curious (stumblingthroughparenting.wordpress.com)