The other day, I legit chased my toddler around my street with no pants. ZERO pants. He was running all over the street and I didn’t have time to think about whether or not neighbors could see my saggy white rear end peeking out from underneath my shirt. I had a toddler to catch. If you happened to look out of your window and you live on my street… you’re welcome.
How I knew it was going to be a great day: this morning when, through my half-slitted eyes of infant sleep-deprivation, I saw not one, but TWO of my dear neighbors waving huge waves and big smiles as I passed them on the way out of the neighborhood. Jackie Nabozny (George) and Katie Gartman-Morocco. I mean for real- I love you people.
If you need me, I’ll be writing a song entitled “No One Naps Here Anymore.” What genre? Oh, it’s Country. You know, one of those where you dog died, then your truck died the next day. Just kidding. It’s way sadder than that. More like a funeral dirge. Think Mozart’s Requiem. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0T7eMctuJLQ
Today, I played in the rain with my 2 year old. We were both sopping wet after a few hours but stomping in puddles and watching wildlife on a very rare July morning might be the best thing Sammy and I have done together this year.
Yesterday, I’m driving Josh home from preschool. We pass North Canyon high school.
Josh: *motions to school* “Mom, I belong there.”
Me: *raises eyebrows and looks at him in rear view mirror* “Oh, is that right?”
Josh: “Yes, my friends are going to go there and I’m going to play baseball.”
Me: “You realize you’re 3.5 right?”
Me: “Josh, you don’t need to repeat my instructions to Sam. I’m the mom.”
Josh: “Yeah, but I’m the Josh.”
Well, that’ll learn me.