Five ways you know that your child is a toddler:
5. Your TV settings are suddenly in French.
4. When changing your kid's diaper you realize they ingested more sand than you thought at the park.
3. You find your can opener in the linen closet after looking for it for months.
2. You still can't find your watch, TMJ mouth guard, or brush.
1. It's 9:30 am and you're exhausted.
Although he watches zero TV (yes...we are one of THOSE families) he has taken an incredible liking to turning it on and off. Instead of continually reminding him we don't do such a thing I just unplugged it. Game over.
So, the first sand-eating experience was interesting and I was almost certain he would NEVER do that again...until the next day we got to the park. I am talking handfuls of sand in the mouth with hours of grinding small pebbles afterwards. I might try it one of these days to see what the big deal is.
It is seriously like Angel and I live with a big-time pick pocket because our personal items randomly go missing. We spend countless amounts of time emptying drawers to find missing things and scouring our condo for that which is most precious to us. Right now the game is to listen for the alarms on Angel's beloved watch in an effort to locate it. Yes, the G-Shock is missing.
Ignacio wakes up at 6am every morning and Angel slowly makes his way to get him so I can treasure a few more minutes of sleep. It is then that I hear the door handle fling as someone tries, on their tippy toes, to open it and can sense I am about to be raided. Once ambushed, I hear, "Mama...mama...mama" and am quickly greeted by Ignacio reaching up on the bed for my cozy blanket and yanking it off of me. I've tried to stay motionless and hide with the hope he doesn't think I am there as to escape the attack. The only thing that can lure him successfully from the room is breakfast and it is then that I drift back off for priceless minutes of slumber.
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