My Real Life

I love kids.  I love my kids, in particular.  All three of those monkeys fill me up with more love that you could ever imagine.  Unless you are a mom.  Then, you’re feeling me.

However, I want to talk today about little kids.  Toddler aged kids.

I’m always amazed at toddlers.  I could sit and look at Baby Monkey all day long.

Look at this hand.

Now, look at this hand next to mine.

It’s so tiny!  But, it works.  He can pick up things, play his drums, count to five, pick his nose…okay, perhaps the last one is more gross than amazing, but still.  I’m just always amazed at toddler parts. 

They are so tiny, yet they work.  These little bodies contain actual human beings with personalities and thoughts and emotions.  Their little legs run and jump and play and keep their bodies upright.  How can something so little work as well as a full-grown body?

And their legs.Check out that leg. 

Don’t you just want to bite it?

These little people never stop moving.  They are busy constantly.  It’s almost impossible to find a picture of them being still.

And when they sleep?

I’ve died and gone to heaven looking at that peaceful face.  I’m sure his brain is just as busy as it was hours before.  Imagining all the noise he can make and all the trouble he can find.  But for now, he’s peacefully sleeping and I can just stare at him, without getting whiplash. 

Yep, there’s nothing like the miracle of a toddler.  All that bravado, personality, emotion and wonderment inside a tiny package.  If you are lucky, it all works the way it is supposed to and life is sweet.

Imagine how amazing he’d be if he’d just go on the potty.