You must read this lovely post by Westwardbound on Patience, sweet patience.
“But then, I began playing a patience game with myself which has served me well. Call it kooky, call it blasphemous, call it What Works: When I was at my wits end, feeling nearly violent with the need for Pitter to just go to sleep after forty minutes of chattering, tossing and turning, etc. in our bed, I pretended that Pitter was Divine. I asked myself, What if this baby right here was an incarnation of Buddah, or Jesus himself? What if you were entrusted with caring for a prophet or a saint in their early childhood? Would you be annoyed that they weren’t doing exactly what you wanted them to do every minute, or would you feel blessed to be their caretaker? Maybe you would feel embraced by love, patience, and joy in the job of caring for your divine charge.”
Westwardbound also tagged me to respond to What’s Grosser Than Gross
Soooo, what’s grosser than gross, Mommy Edition?
This tag is quite timely actually. The last few weeks I’ve been trying my best to baby proof our house. I still don’t like to leave the Imp alone too much because he really is trying to climb everything in sight at the moment, so often when I have a shower I take him into the bathroom and he plays with a few toys on the floor and laughs at himself in the mirror. I thought I’d totally baby proofed the bathroom, but this morning I discovered my stupid error – the toilet brush was being licked by you know who. Now I’d come to terms with him licking the wheels of his pram, but not this. Oh no!