5 years, 8 months, and 25 days ago God gave me the most precious little pink bundle. She loved to cuddle and snuggle all the time. We went to story time at the library where the little cherub sat patiently on my lap each and every time. We rocked, we sang, we read books, it was marvelous. I thought, man I have got this parenting thing down. AND THEN... 1 year, 4 months, 16 days ago, that same God gave me a precious blue bundle. Now this God must have a sense of humor because I have no idea what to do with this thing. Now don't get me wrong, I love this kid more than life itself, but there's a lot of praying going on in this house. * God please don't let him fall off of that.* God please give me the patience to get him out of the pantry just one more time and not lose it completely. * God please let hubby come home right now, I know it's the middle of the day, but if you could arrange for him to just show up & take over, I would really love that.
Is is just me or are boys just extremely different? I grew up with two sisters, I am a girl, where am I suppose to learn how to raise a boy? Example A.) The other day I put him down in his crib for nap. He was a little fussy, nothing crazy, just fussy. I thought, "I better jump in the shower so I can be done just in case he decides not to go to sleep." So I take my shower and when I get out I don't hear him anymore. I think, "Great, the little booger fell asleep." I am putting on lotion, doing make-up, and basically really just enjoying that little time I have to myself. Well, I go to throw clothes over the banister, (you know I am too lazy to actually walk downstairs) And when I do, here comes Little Man running out of the living room laughing. I would not have been more shocked and scared if some stranger would have streaked right through my living room at that moment. Somehow that little @#&* got out of his crib, opened his door and got down the stairs to play for who knows how long. The crazy thing is, I have never seen him get out of his crib, or open a door, or go down stairs. Just how did he manage that without hurting himself? Is there a support group for mother's of boys? If not, I think I may start one.
So if you are a mother of one of these precious blue bundles, could you please impart some of your wisdom on me to help me make it through another day.