I was home at 10:00 on my feeding break. As I was feeding Elise, Andrew came in and climbed in the bed by me. I love this age, by the way. He's so observant. I asked him what he did this morning so far (as it had only been just over 2 hours since I left for work).
He said, "spilled syrup on rug". I said, "oh, it's okay -- I'm sure it was an accident". He said, "accidents happen".
Then he pointed to his sockless feet and said, "Squeaky peed on floor". And I said, "so you stepped in it?" "Yes", he said.
Then he wrapped up the conversation with, "Spilled syrup on rug . . . Squeaky peed on floor -- lots of things for Mom to get mad". I just smiled and told him I wasn't mad.
Some days are harder to come back to work. As I was putting my jacket on to go back, he grabbed my hand and said, "No, Mom, don't go back to work. Play with me!" I picked him up and hugged and kissed him but he didn't want to let go of my hand. "Hold my hand, Mom!" I told him I'd be home at 1:00 and at 4:00 for good, so we can play later.
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Isn't it amazing? The Boy comes up with astonishing things to say. "Daddy, I did the WHOLE Spider-Man puzzle!" is a regular statement, when he has done the puzzle, and I see him for the first time in a day. It's heartbreakingly cute.
awe, so sweet! don't they come up with the funniest things sometimes though. I need to write some of that kind of stuff down more. :)
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