Now that you’re fully mobile I’d just like to admit that one of the most not awesome things about parenting is waking up to you staring at me.
Seriously, scares me to death.
Last night I discovered something even more not awesome.
Rolling over in bed to you on my pillow, STARING AT ME.
And you’re always like “What? Isn’t this bed big enough for the three of us?” Not completely understanding that waking to a staring set of eyeballs is the kind of stuff nightmares are made of.
I mean, there’s other stuff that kind of sucks when I stop and really pay attention to it, an elbow to an unassuming boob, clippy barrettes shoved so deep into my scalp they draw blood, stepping on Polly Pocket crap in bare feet and the constant CONSTANT sticky.
But today at lunch? I taught you how to stick orange peels in your teeth.
I also taught you how to farmer blow in the shower. Take that phlegm!
By far the best lesson learned? When I taught you to yank your dad’s leg hair when he rendered you helpless with tickles. This is a skill that will serve you painfully well in life.
I get to be with you everyday.
We have a backyard for you to explore.
A house for you to play in.
I love love love you you you.
Please stop staring at my while I’m sleeping.