How often do you think "someday we'll laugh about this"? I think that several times a day, but that doesn't always mean I'm not laughing while thinking it...
Sunday Andrew and I made our bets on the Super Bowl outcome (I still haven't told him I'm not sure which team I was for) and I won! A day of momma sleeping in and daddy getting up with J was just what I needed.
Monday morning came and Andrew got up with J. Not 30 seconds after they left the bedroom I heard shattering glass. Before I was even fully awake I was in the kitchen, scooping up my baby, checking for blood and assessing damage. He was fine but a vintage sugar bowl full of fish food was all over the floor. Andrew had walked into the bathroom just long enough for J to feel the need to start the day by himself and I refused to let my sleep in day begin this way... That morning, I did not think it was funny.
Tuesday I had to get up for work. No sleeping in but just after waking up, J and I were having our morning snuggle time when he stuck his little finger up his nose and shoved a booger in my mouth before I even had the chance to tell him not to pick his nose. I laughed a little bit when this happened, but I'm not certain it was because it was funny.
Wednesday came, momma got to sleep in and the two previous mornings seemed a lot funnier.
Now it's Friday and all I can think is how smart my little guy is that he knew that he's going to feed the fish when he wakes up and he's so ornery that he would think to shove a booger in mom's mouth and think it was the funniest thing ever. He's growing and changing so fast that he's smarter everyday and constantly amazing me with the things he does.
And when he's older and I look back on these stories to tell him, we can laugh together...
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