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Tuesday, January 11, 2011

On Any Given Day

On any given day, Lucas might sleep until 6:00, but chances are he's probably already been up 45 minutes by then.

On any given day, he will ask for a "ba ba" 900 times, but only get three.

On any given day, there will be two poopy diapers, countless messes to clean up and several expletives muttered as cars, trains and other toys are tripped over, all before noon.

On any given day, phone calls to and from Daddy will be made and photos will be texted.

On any given day, battles will be won and lost, tears shed and tantrums thrown.

On any given day, a walk and some fresh air calm us both.

On any given day, stories are read, songs sung and silly dances invented.

On any given day, one of us will feel like their head is going to explode from saying "no" and the other one, from hearing it.

On any given day, nothing will sound sweeter than hearing "Mommy".

On any given day, bunnies, goldfish, cheese sticks, yogurt, bananas, grapes and/or graham crackers will all be consumed.

On any given day, an outing has been planned to the park, library, book store, museum, or friend's house.

On any given day, giggles will erupt as hugs, kisses and tickles are delivered.

On any given day, body parts, animal sounds, numbers, colors and the alphabet will be practiced.

On any given day, dinner will be enjoyed together as a family.

On any given day, bath time will be procrastinated, teeth brushing a struggle and bedtime rejoiced.

On any given day, patience is tried, wills are tested and guilt is rampant, but nothing but love is shared between a mother and her son.

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Blogger madhu said...

Wow..really pretty blog, Thanks!
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January 11, 2011 at 1:54 AM  
Blogger KLZ said...

Man, teeth brushing is the worst. Alex loves to do it himself but Lord help you if you try to do it for him.

January 11, 2011 at 7:06 AM  
Blogger alicia said...

Yep. The life of a mom. And one day you will be so glad you wrote all this down.

January 11, 2011 at 7:22 AM  
Blogger Gigi said...

Very, very nice, Tonya!

January 11, 2011 at 7:22 AM  
Blogger WeeMasonMan's Mom said...

I love this! And am glad I'm not alone on "bedtime rejoiced" LOL

January 11, 2011 at 8:18 AM  
Blogger Natalie said...

The day in a life of a mommy.. My first was an early riser. I think the only reason we kept him around was b/c although he woke up early, he went to bed early. Plus, he took awesome naps.

January 11, 2011 at 8:32 AM  
Blogger Liz said...

There are always goods with the bads, aren't there...

January 11, 2011 at 8:45 AM  
Anonymous NotJustAnotherJen said...

Ahhh, you're post has me miss those sweet, stay at home, you're still a baby moments. We still have them, but the are becoming fewer and farther between. Cheers to you for capturing that great time. xoxo

January 11, 2011 at 9:24 AM  
Blogger Natalie said...

I was going to say the exact same thing Liz did!

January 11, 2011 at 9:27 AM  
Blogger Nichole said...

What a lovely and honest view into your world, Tonya.
This is such a perfect post. :)

January 11, 2011 at 10:52 AM  
Anonymous julie said...

"On any given day, patience is tried, wills are tested and guilt is rampant, but nothing but love is shared between a mother and her son."

This was beautiful. And true. My son is now 13. 13 years have passed since I first held him. Years of testing and guilt. But mostly love.

I can't hold back time. So instead, I hold onto posts like this.


January 11, 2011 at 2:33 PM  
Blogger Sherri said...

Love this! But bunnies? How long have I been out of this parenting of toddlers phase? What new snack did I miss??

January 12, 2011 at 2:08 PM  
Blogger Leah said...

This is so beautiful Tonya. Seriously. I really enjoyed it all the more now since I was just with you guys for a few days. : ) XOXO

January 23, 2011 at 8:10 PM  

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