So, I really and truly love being a mom. Sure, I get frustrated like every other parent on the planet, but for the most part, I dig my kids in a big way. Even Matt’s superteenalicious drama can crack me up.
But sometimes, I enjoy it more than I should, I think. Take, for example, the process of Tricia figuring out those weird waving things at the end of her arms and legs. I’m pretty sure I should not be laughing at my littlest girl’s attempts to figure out WTF they are and how to use them.
However, I do laugh, and mostly because it’s good stuff. Today, she’s lying there, having a conversation with me (what? we talk all the time. Okay, I talk and she grunts, but close enough), and suddenly, out of nowhere, a small fist comes up and bops her in the eye. The first time it happens, she looks perplexed and a little pissed.
When she gets pissed, she flails her arms, and suddenly, WHAP! another tiny fist bops her in the eye again. She is now really pissed. Not screaming or anything, but definitely non-plussed about the whole experience. Which only gets her arms flailing more.
At this point, I admit to being the kind of mommy who giggles about it. So Tricia stops flailing, looks at me and gives me her biggest, toothless grin. And then promptly whaps herself in the eye again. I’m pretty sure she’s ready to knock the crap out of whoever keeps hitting her — once she figures out how.
Man, I love being a mom.
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