Oh Boy...

I think I said it at least a dozen times today. Oh Boy. They never use that term for girls! I'll turn my back and he's ripping apart my wooden basket so I'll put him in the high chair with some cheerios. The next thing I know it's all over the floor. He'll take a step stool to the silverware drawer and mix it all up as loud as he can. This always happens right as Morgan's crying and I'm trying to put her down. He's loud, messy and wild. When I was wrestling him to put on a clean diaper I said,"just stay still! " In that moment I realized how grateful I am that he CAN move. He's a healthy normal boy. I turned my frustration into a tickle fight and I was so glad to hear him laugh uncontrollably. After giving him some "jobs" around the house he was a lot happier and so was I. I often take for granted the fun easy times and focus on how hard it is to be a mom. I'm sure grateful for this opportunity because BOY I'm learning a lot!!