Mostly, I say no - because I've got so much on my plate with m kids & work. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm just getting too old to run after the really short ones.
My "boy" is grown, my girl is almost 10 and Chickadee is almost 6. No more babies here. I've graduated from toddlerdom. I'm well beyond the bed time screams of protest, the wet or dirty diapers, bottles, temper fits (besides my own) - you know the gig.
So why am I watching toddlers you ask? Sheer insanity? Glutton for punishment? Need to appease the biological clock?
No, it's none of that - especially NOT the biological clock thing. I've smashed that things to pieces, put it into the grinder and cast it in many directions years ago, when my body kept letting me down. Now I'm just too damn old!
As much as I love the wee ones, I no longer have any desire to have a small human grow inside my body. No further desire, or energy to raise infants or toddlers.
Selfish? Maybe. I feel I've paid my dues & God has shut down my baby factory for a reason. Who am I to question His judgement?
I have a small community of foster parents here. We help each other. When chickadee first came here & we went on vacation, I was helped out. Now it's my turn to repay the favor. (Truth is, I'd have done it anyway - because I like little kids & I like to help, but there's the actual reason.)
Go easy on me, will ya?? I don't have "stuff" anymore. You know - those things that give you the opportunity to take a shower like the play yard or hi-chair that you can confine the short ones to while you shower.
I have A gate. Yes - one gate - and that is keeping them away from the kitchen. Call me crazy - but I think access to knives & fire is a really bad thing for a 2 & 3 year old.
She's this adorable little 2 year old with big brown eyes and a cute little smile. She uses that smile well - though I'm not fooled, told her to save it for the hubby. He's a sucker for that.
The boy just the sweetest little thing. All smiles & hugs. Yeah, he's got me wrapped.
Yeah, they cry - but I've dealt with much worse than this, bring it...To be on the safe side, I was sure that I rocked with the really cool ice cream after dinner.
Bedtime was tough on night #1. The little one, not such a problem. I cuddled with her an gave her a bottle until she fell asleep. Of course as soon as I set her down, she cried - but I gave her a blanket and a dolly and she was out in no time.
Big brother a little tougher. I put him in bed and he started SCREAMING. Hence, the littler woke up & joined in harmony. I went in to let them know they were OK. Gave him a little motorcycle. Her the dolly. They sang in stereo for about 45 minutes until they finally fell asleep. I felt bad, but they were dry, safe, fed & I reassured them as often as possible. It was just a fight of wills. Been there, done that.
My baby girl is away for the week, so there has been an opportunity for a change in the pecking order for chickadee. For once, she gets to be the OLDEST and not the youngest!
I started this as they were here - on as many moments of quiet time as I could grab on to (without someone trying to type as well). I'm now down to one. The house is quiet & I can finish this blog posting. Boy am I tired!
So if I haven't hailed all you stay at home moms prior to today....All Hail the stay at home mom (or dad).
|I'm gonna leave this pointy one out for you, Jenn!|
I'm happy to have my quiet time back.
I must be going.
Thank you, as always, for your support & for reading my blog!