Once upon a time I had my own toddler.
Acutally I had 3 of them in 2 year intervals.
It was long enough ago that it seems far away.
For half the month of March this year we had a reprise of life with toddler. Suddenly, morning comes early with a grin as we release him from the crib, change the (very) wet diaper and play with stuff on the bed for 20 min before breakfast.
The rest of the day we keep track of his busy pregenerations around the house working on the fascinating business of finding out how doors open & close. What happens when you shout at the cat. How do you put the lid back on ,the box, the food jar, the other box. Sometimes we go on errands in the car and visit the post office, bank, library, great grand mother, the playground. All these things are greated by a stream of friendly commentary in a language that sounds like English but it isn't.
My friend says that at this age baby's know the secrets of the universe and are busy telling everyone they meet. Unfortunately we don't understand the language and by the time they speak ours they don't remember the secerts.
Maybe he will take a nap or two. In any case he is very ready for bathtime and beddie bye by 7pm or so. He dives for that mattress with a sigh I can relate to and settles in for a good 12 hour sleep.
Life at the speed of toddler is kind of relaxing if you arn't trying to do much else besides keeping everyone fed, supplied with clean clothes and tidy living space. You can even read the paper in the course of the day and speak to people on the phone. Much more ambitious plans need to wait till he gets home to Mom & Dad.
It's very quiet now with him gone.
The cats are getting used to peace.
When can he visit again?
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