20 Months Later, I'm Still Not My Mother

In just a few hours, Alexis will officially be 20-months old. If someone could explain to me where all that time went, I would really like to know. Seriously, did we all time warp forward a year when I wasn't paying attention?

I may not have any idea what I've done for the past several months, but I do know that I have not (yet) turned into my Mother. The proof is in the pudding:

1. Alexis has never dined on a single TV dinner, Banquet chicken, or tuna noodle casserole. These days, I don't have to whip out that fancy stuff since she's decided she can survive off crackers and water. She's a cheap date.

2. The words, "If God had wanted holes in your ears, he would have put them there" have not come out of my mouth. Sure, Alexis is still waiting to get her ears pierced, but that's because Daddy and I agreed that she should probably ask for it before we submit her to that kind of pain.

3. Play-Doh. I have definately played with it more in the past few weeks that in all the rest of my life combined. It doesn't make that big of a mess, geesh. But I do have to admit I have flashbacks to that time I made it myself every time I get screamed at while I'm cutting out the most perfect little blue and red star-shaped Play-Doh cookies of all time. Toddlers and their control issues.

4. I let Alexis do this at the Zoo a few weeks ago. And I only slathered a half gallon of hand sanitizer over her entire body after the fact.

Comments

[Sunny]

I can't wait for play-doh! I love it. The baby still tries to eat dust bunnies though, so I think we'll wait a few months. Congrats on 20 months!