E.N.E.R.G.Y.

Can I borrow some energy from my Twoddler...PLEASE!!!! G-Man has off the wall, chart topping energy that I wish I could bottle up for resale! I would be  rolling in that disgustingly dirty "Dolla Dolla Bills Ya'll!"

I have NO energy. Maybe I should eat better...Probably! Maybe I should exercise a little more....Definitely! Maybe I should get more rest.......(Love to...If it were possible!) Maybe I should just give G-man a big bear hug squeeze and try to absorb some of his energy...LOL! I, being his mother, can most definitely do this!
As for all you lovely elderly people who try to touch, grab, kiss, hug my G-man as though in a desperate attempt to STEAL his youth.....Well you MAY NOT!!!!

(Sorry Ally McBeal Moment escaped my head and went to the keyboard!!!)

This new Year has started off great and I can feel in my bones it will be a FANTASTIC Year!! Yes...I say Fantastic. I just really hope that I can step up a notch on the energy factor because both of my children are growing at a dangerously rapid pace.

G-Man has so much energy it literally takes me an hour to hour and a half to get him to settle down and nap. Why go thru all of this frustration??? BECAUSE...if he does not nap he will run around in an over stimulated, overly exhausted adrenaline rush that will undoubtedly end in a crash that is much too late in the afternoon thus resulting in a late bedtime which then will be accompanied by an overly tired and "Cranky" (That is polite) Twoddler the next day.

*Take breath*

Though he is semi transitioning into the No Nap zone, he still desperately NEEDS a nap. He just doesn't want to miss a beat. He is learning at warp speed and everyday I look at him and not only see his physical growth but his developmental growth as well. As I stare at my once baby boy, I now see a growing little person, and I am saddened by how fast time is ticking away.
He wants to do everything by himself now. From brushing his teeth, getting dressed/undressed, putting on his socks and shoes, taking his plate to the table, putting his dishes in the sink to changing his own pull up (sometimes and only when pee pee). I watch him do these "Big Boy" things and desperately rack my brain for the photographic memories of him just learning to walk or eat with assistance. I sigh and then hope that I am doing a good job raising him. I hope that my imperfectly perfect lessons will be instilled. I hope that the day where he will be so angry at me that he shouts"I HATE You" will never come. I hope that he uses the tools we teach him to make good choices and "right" decisions. In the end he will unquestionably become his own person, make his own mistakes and successes, learn and live how he feels is right for him. I just pray that I can muster up the energy to keep up with him along the ride!!!!

Just 7 Months old - Learning to cruise

Now at Almost 3!