swoon...
In between all my whining and complaining about the terrible twos and toddler regression and inevitable motherhood occurrences in general, really adorable, totally precious things happen that remind me to shut the hell up and try to enjoy the WHOLE process. You can't always pick and choose what you want to experience in this life, now can you? No, you can't. And I need to remember this more often.
As with all things TWO YEAR OLD, naptime is in flux too right now. At about fifteen months the household settled into 10am naptime for Caleb. You could set your watch by it. Meltdowns began around 9:50am. If a day was deemed unworthy of meltdowns before naptime, I was greeted by a wee little (Caleb has always been a hoss so this is, of course, comparatively speaking) babe climbing into my arms to curl up in my lap and fall asleep. Everytime it happened my heart melted. It still happens from time to time now, but with a two year old who is on the taller end of the chart instead of a little guy who fits perfectly in the crook of my knees.
Today was one of those days. Except it wasn't 10am, it 10:45am. And there was no melting down (that's been going on all morning...and I know it's because he can't articulate what he wants to get across...poor little dude), no picking fights with his brother, nothing. He just climbed up into my lap and then tossed and turned and maneuvered my hands and arms here and there until I finally realized what he was trying to do: curl up in my lap and fall asleep. Once we got it all figured out and just right he was out like a light in just a few minutes. I sat here at the computer just appreciating the moment because I know it will be gone all too soon. Logan almost never wants to curl up in my lap anymore...he's a big boy now. It makes me get a little verklempt sometimes. Speaking of Logan, a few minutes later, he rounded the corner from his room and said, "awwwww, little baby sleeping. That's so cute, Mom. You should take a picture." Then he spun around back into his big boy world of train tracks, legos, Teen Titans and Ninja Turtles. Waaaahhhh.
As with all things TWO YEAR OLD, naptime is in flux too right now. At about fifteen months the household settled into 10am naptime for Caleb. You could set your watch by it. Meltdowns began around 9:50am. If a day was deemed unworthy of meltdowns before naptime, I was greeted by a wee little (Caleb has always been a hoss so this is, of course, comparatively speaking) babe climbing into my arms to curl up in my lap and fall asleep. Everytime it happened my heart melted. It still happens from time to time now, but with a two year old who is on the taller end of the chart instead of a little guy who fits perfectly in the crook of my knees.
Today was one of those days. Except it wasn't 10am, it 10:45am. And there was no melting down (that's been going on all morning...and I know it's because he can't articulate what he wants to get across...poor little dude), no picking fights with his brother, nothing. He just climbed up into my lap and then tossed and turned and maneuvered my hands and arms here and there until I finally realized what he was trying to do: curl up in my lap and fall asleep. Once we got it all figured out and just right he was out like a light in just a few minutes. I sat here at the computer just appreciating the moment because I know it will be gone all too soon. Logan almost never wants to curl up in my lap anymore...he's a big boy now. It makes me get a little verklempt sometimes. Speaking of Logan, a few minutes later, he rounded the corner from his room and said, "awwwww, little baby sleeping. That's so cute, Mom. You should take a picture." Then he spun around back into his big boy world of train tracks, legos, Teen Titans and Ninja Turtles. Waaaahhhh.
posted by Amy at 9:05 AM
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