I've had a lot of "those" days lately. You know the ones. The days where you spin wheels all day long, where you don't even have time to catch a breath or visit the ladies' room. The days where you sink into a chair in exhaustion at 11:30 p.m., survey the world around you, and think, "Why don't I have any more to show for my day than THIS?"
If you are also having a lot of "those" days lately, I'd be willing to place bets on whether or not you have a two-year-old living at your house. I'd be willing to predict that you do.
And I'd also be willing to bet that you, like me, spend a disproportional amount of your day chasing said two-year-old out of nonsense, or cleaning his disproportional number of messes, or rescuing him from high places that he should not be (which, of course, he only realizes when he is stuck at the top of said high place).
But, oh, it's a funny age, isn't it? In spite of the trouble that this one causes me, I spend at least half the day laughing. (I spend the other half of the day swearing, but that's beside the point.)
Here are a few recent Jonah adventures...
This morning, Jonah wandered into my room, very dramatically holding his belly and moaning, and announced, "Mommmmmy. I feel yuuuuuuucky." I said, "Oh, yeah? You feeling sick?"
"Yeeeeeaaaaah. I need a treat!"
He's also very into "helping" lately. I can't keep him out of the dishwasher, for instance. I'm sure you can imagine how terribly helpful this is. Incidentally, these tongs are singing, "Happy Birthday." Every day is Jonah's birthday. I dare you to try and convince him otherwise.
All of Jonah's vocabulary has started rhyming with "Sofia," which he pronounces SOF-ia (kindof like MAF-ia). Ryan is Daddia. I am Mommia. When he wants a drink, he is thirstia. When life is good, we are happia. He sounded like a little Guido to begin with, and now this.
At least once a day, the phone, or the keys, or a tool will disappear. The only information we get on this is, "I take it!!!" We have learned the trick to finding lost items is to pretend we are two feet tall and lacking any logic skills.
Last month, I gave Jonah a piece of grapefruit from a sample cart at Costco. He spit it at the sample cart lady and announced, "Not a fan." I tried to at least wait until we had turned around to start laughing hysterically.
Several weeks ago, I walked into my bathroom to find two inches of water on the floor. Captain Jonah was desperately bailing water out of the bathtub and yelling, "I'm sinking! I'm sinking!!!!"
So, yes. I laugh. I laugh all day long. Because, seriously, what else can you do?