I'm not sure I should be blogging today considering Austen and I didn't get off to a good start, but since he's been napping for over an hour I think I'm actually starting to miss that little terror and might have some good things to say about him after all.
He was up all night last night with his last molar breaking free.
I'll be very glad to have all four in!
Our eventful morning started
while I was quickly putting on some mascara. Austen "mopped" the bathroom floor with mouthwash (it has a "childproof" lid) and aloe vera.
Then, while I was cleaning up that mess he moved on to the nightstand and dumped an entire cup of water on the carpet.
After those shenanigans, he broke my favorite mixing bowl while "making dinner" and he will not stop opening the fridge to get ingredients for his culinary creations.
(Anyone know how to childproof the fridge?)
And because that isn't enough he can also open the sliding glass door which in his mind, means he can go outside at will.
Needless to say this is why I ration out my showers and never wear makeup or do my hair.......it's soooo not worth cleaning up his messes.
Which brings me back to the title of this post.
I have had a small epiphany....
I have discovered that Mom isn't a name at all, but an acronym for your job description.
Millions of Messes!!!
Someone really should tell you this beforehand!!!
I'm partially kidding.....being a Mother is truly an honor and I wouldn't have it any other way. Even if I was forewarned.
He was up all night last night with his last molar breaking free.
I'll be very glad to have all four in!
Our eventful morning started
while I was quickly putting on some mascara. Austen "mopped" the bathroom floor with mouthwash (it has a "childproof" lid) and aloe vera.
Then, while I was cleaning up that mess he moved on to the nightstand and dumped an entire cup of water on the carpet.
After those shenanigans, he broke my favorite mixing bowl while "making dinner" and he will not stop opening the fridge to get ingredients for his culinary creations.
(Anyone know how to childproof the fridge?)
And because that isn't enough he can also open the sliding glass door which in his mind, means he can go outside at will.
Needless to say this is why I ration out my showers and never wear makeup or do my hair.......it's soooo not worth cleaning up his messes.
Which brings me back to the title of this post.
I have had a small epiphany....
I have discovered that Mom isn't a name at all, but an acronym for your job description.
Millions of Messes!!!
Someone really should tell you this beforehand!!!
I'm partially kidding.....being a Mother is truly an honor and I wouldn't have it any other way. Even if I was forewarned.
Here's some random pictures of Austen's cuteness
At the aquarium
Cleaning his "dirty" horse toy
His forced smile
He found this little treasure in the basement and wanted to wear it to Wheeler Farm after he
approved it in the mirror
This is him imitating me.
(I bend down when I'm going to take his picture, so he does it too!)
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