You might be the parent of a toddler if…

…you step in something icky and don’t even flinch.

…you know that crayons are non-toxic, so in case your kid eats one, you don’t worry.  Much.

…you know what a soak bucket is.

…stains on your clothes don’t faze you because Shout gel gets everything out.

…you can interperet gibberish.  Example: “Boppy!  Bzz!”  “There’s a bee on your blanket?”

…you can remember when story time is at 2 libraries on 3 different days, but you can’t find your keys.

…you secretly beleive your child is the most beautiful, best kid on earth…and then she wakes up.

…you feel comfortable using words like “yucky” and “uh-oh” in everyday conversation.

…your excuse for any bad behavior is, “She’s teething.”

…you spend at least 30 minutes a week taking pictures…but you’re never in any of them.

…you pray for friends with toddlers so you can go somewhere together and enjoy the chaos.

…you’ll readily offer your child a concoction of noodles, broccoli, black beans and fish, and feel good about it.

…you still feel guilty about sharing your ice cream…but she says “Mommy” so sweetly when you’re eating it, you just have to!

Got That Right!

I have a 17-month-old daughter, Jocelyn, who is experimenting with lots and lots of new words. Mommy. Daddy. Boppy (blanket). You get the idea. Kitty is “myow myow.” Doggie is “pant pant” with tongue hanging out. It’s very cute.

Yesterday, I killed a spider with my shoe. “Gotcha!” I exclaimed in triumph.

Jocelyn looked at me with a shocked expression. “Owie!”

Scrap Blog

Christy is going to start posting pictures of her scrapbook pages. Here’s a recent one entitled “Pretty Little Fashion Disaster.”