Somewhere along the line, my incredibly smart toddler learned to ask why. And not just asking why for the sake of annoyance, but generally wants to know the ins and outs of all things. I'm surprised he hasn't asked why shit is brown. Because going into that kind of detail with a not-even-three-year-old is kind of an arduous process.
Why is my belly hurting? Why can't I sit on the couch and play with my pee pee? Why are you happy, Mommy? Why do I have to take a bath? Why do I have poopy crumbs on my butt?
Its like out of nowhere that the Land of the Why's have invaded our house. I definitely wasn't expecting this phase for at least another year. Not that someone handed me a parenting timeline. Because if they did, they'd be up shits creek with a paddle up their ass because the 'standard' sleep through the night age is like 6 months. Yeah. Turns out that's not always true.
We are making some big time progress in the house with manners, listening comprehension, pooping in the potty, and even managed to start going sans pull ups overnight. A few accidents here and there, but every day is a step in the right direction. He's incredibly compassionate and affectionate. Thank God because I couldn't handle it if he refused smooches.
He's turning into a little boy before my eyes. And my heart can barely handle it. He says he wants to get big big to the sky, mommy and then I tell him that it makes mommy sad he's growing so fast. He'll then offer up a hug and kiss and just melts me into a pile of mush.
He's one rad dude. No wonder my uterus is hurting a little. My how easily we forget how fucking difficult the hard times are. But, despite any and all complaints about the process of raising semi-humans, it is truly all worth it. That kid rocks my socks.
(don't worry, snarky Kristen will return soon. I know mush isn't what you come here for, but today it's what you get).