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Swapping Time

It's funny what happens when you become a mom. First, survival. Feed the baby. Change the baby. Eat. Sleep.

Then you get into a new normal. Once that happens, it's almost like survival mode never happened. And there will always be "survival" mode depending on the phase you're in. Currently The Boy is rapidly approaching toddlerhood. Our new normal means I sit VERY close during this super crazy separation anxiety phase and wait for him to pause during play to come back for a hug. So far, there's no survival mode - I'm certain it's coming.

Once you find your new normal you start to incorporate life back into your life. You know. School, work, friends, etc. Currently I'm sitting at home, having skipped class to get time alone. My husband is at work. My son is with a friend. My feet are cold. Everything is as it should be.

My sweet son is the best thing ever.

Also I have a story for you.

Many of you have heard me complain of the difficulty in showering with The Boy because even putting him in the bathroom with me- with toys- with a video- nothing works. He just cries. We even bought a clear shower curtain. Nada.

So yesterday The Boy explored the lip of the shower while Andrew was in it and played in the water.

Later I tried to wash my hair in the sink but he just cried so I thought okay. If he’s going to cry ANYWAY then I’ll just take a quick shower and he can fuss for a minute. I put him on the shower floor with toys and left the curtain open halfway.

This brave boy ventured into the shower with me. Clothes, diaper- everything. After deciding he liked it I stripped him and he played while I showered. 

Turning point!! And then I accidentally shot him in the face with cold water so we had to stay in for a few more minutes. 😂 

Whoops.

Tonight he found the thermometer and after me taking his temperature on his temple and forehead last night, he picked it up and proceeded to press it against his forehead and temple. My jaw DROPPED. He’s so smart.

I’m so thankful to be a mom.


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