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Act your age

You are my first born.

You are my only son.

You will always be my baby.

But some days I really need you to act your age.

At almost 4 1/2 you are perfectly capable of getting yourself dressed. Wiping, flushing, and washing your hands. You brush your own teeth, feed the dog, throw your trash away. Navigate the dark hallways, pick up toys, put your dishes in the sink, rummage through the snack cupboard. Sleep through the night.

But lately you want me to do these things with you or for you.

I get it. I’m a big sister, so I understand that it’s hard being the big brother sometimes. Watching us coo and laugh and take pictures of her first steps, her stuffing her face, clapping. Changing her diaper, rocking her to sleep. Giving her so much attention.

And although you are 4 1/2, it’s beyond your capability to understand that we did all this for you too…we captured and celebrated all your firsts, just like we are capturing and celebrating hers.

So please, help mommy out. I’m tired, I’m stressed, I am always doing a hundred things at once and can’t drop them all to help you wash your hands, when the day before you did that by yourself and more.

I promise to spend more time with just you. I promise I’ll help you find your favorite toy, shoe, race car. I promise I’ll read you that second story and snuggle you at night when you wake up scared.

You are my first born.

You are my only son.

You will always be my baby.

But some days I really need you to act your age.

Aren't they peaceful when they sleep?

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Wordful Wednesday

The baby bookcase bandit strikes again!

I think Fussypants is going to like having a sister. When I asked him why he made such a mess, he said “I didn’t, it was her” and pointed to the bookcase bandit crawling away down the hall. Her work there was done.

Hunky hubby and Fussypants have the same shoes. I had no hand in those purchases.

Actually, I think it is kinda cute when they dress the same and can’t wait for me and my baby girl to have the same shoes. I’m totally that mom.

See more at Parenting BY Dummies.

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Little Miss and the bookcase

Little Miss is mobile, not yet walking on her own, but crawling like she’s got wheels and an engine. She peeks over her shoulder, giggles when she sees you’re watching and tears off to wreak havoc and destruction. This is the everything off the shelf, everything out of the containers, everything off the plate and onto the floor, everything strewn everywhere phase.

And she’s found my bookcases. You know, the ones I had to buy and have hubby put up in the living room when I turned my library sanctuary into a nursery for Little Miss so I had a place for all my books and cds. The bookcases I debated buying doors for, but decided not to spend the extra money because Fussypants was way past the pull crap off the shelves phase and I actually forgot that kids do that.

As you can see, mess-making is serious business for Little Miss.

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To read or not to read

You know what I miss? Wow, that is a loaded question, right? How about if I pose it like this…you know what I miss that pertains to the photo in this post?

I miss having time to read. You know what else I miss? My attention span.

Books, unfinished

I’ve got TEN, yes ten books right now that I have started but have not finished. And just to add more stress to my no-time, attention span-missing dilema, I started an 11th (Water for Elephants) on Monday because I want to read it before the movie comes out on Friday, April 22. Like that will happen. And it’s unlikely I’ll actually get to see the movie in the theater anyway. But this gal can hope.

In all honesty, some of these books are just not entertaining me thus I cannot bear to turn and read another page. I dislike not finishing books I’ve started, even if they are not my cup o’tea. But five of them are really good and so close to being done (I only have about 20 pages left) but because I suck at stringing together more than a few minutes for myself at a time I have yet to complete them.

Last weekend my husband, kids and dog were all asleep at the same time. Perfect chance to read, right? Well, I decided to take a nap instead. It was just too much of a lull, all that quiet. So I still have all those books, unfinished, patiently waiting…

This post is written for Wordful Wednesday. See more at Parenting BY Dummies.

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Bookcase chaos

Before we had our baby girl
who makes our life so merry
I had a sanctuary of my own
that I called my library
A room so filled with hope
in the form of books a-plenty
a place you could just lose yourself
in stories that transport you away
But now the room belongs to her
our sweet Little Missus
so my books have found new homes
on different bookcases
But in the room of Fussypants
the case always looks like this
a constant state of chaos
there is no book bliss
No matter what I do or what I say
the placement ends up always
upside down and backwards
and difficult to decipher
And here my hope does wane
tested tested tested
this mess, this unorganized mess
really drives me insane
How can one enjoy
the pleasure reading brings
when you cannot find the book you want
because you treat the stories
like nothings 
My feeble attempt at poetry and my loose interpretation of hope is for Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop, prompt #2: April is national poetry month…Write a poem about hope.

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