Some Days....

I get tired. Particularly now, with the pregnancy, I think back fondly to the days when I could come home, sit down and put my feet up, and eat hot food. Now, with an almost 2 year old, things are very different! There are moments when I miss being able to sit something down and expect it to be there upon my return...or when I had floors that stayed clean for longer than 20 minutes.

I still have those moments, but then Max will do something so cute, I just melt. The other day, I came home after a long, tiring day. I was carrying groceries and literally had to push the door open as Max's cozy coupe car was blocking it. Walking down the hallway, I stepped on a toy truck and looked in the living room to see yet another graham cracker ground into the carpet. But then I heard Max's laugh. He was sitting on daddy's lap, having a great time, and suddenly a blocked door and graham crackers didn't seem like that big of a deal.

Another good moment happened the other day while I was changing a horribly disgusting diaper. In the midst of this, he said, "Love you, Mama". Granted, he's said, "Love you" for months, but he had never strung that entire phrase together, and I, of course, melted. What a little pumpkin!