There is a toddler and a puppy chasing one another around the house as it's yet a bit too cold to venture outside. There's usually some screaming and barking and little feet pounding the wood floors in this old farmhouse, and I love to hear that sound. Sometimes there is food stolen from his hands (read: puppy) and occasional boo-boo's that need to be kissed and hugged away. And then there are trying times which sound like this: "Eddie, get DOWN from there or you're going to get a spanking!!". Ahhhh. Sweet times.
And when it's quiet? Watch out. Oft times that means that there is an entire roll of toilet paper strewn about the house or a large box of baking soda dumped on to the pantry floor. It's hard to get mad when he's discovering something. And easy to get mad if you're trying to get ready to go somewhere and he manages to get muddy in 0.9 seconds after you open the door to walk to the pickup truck.
All in all, not much gets completed some days when toddler chasing takes priority over housecleaning, or gathering wood, or cleaning out stalls in the barn, but a little bit at a time gets done.
I'm being paged. It seems the puppy is under the bed with one of his favorite tractors, chewing the wheels off.
Must. Go. Rescue. John. Deere.
my boy
playing nice in the world's sandbox
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I picture Eddie reading and re-reading this when he's about 29 years old and laughing out loud.
Fun times. For both of you.
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