The Fate of the Lost Binky.

Big Dog flushed a binky the other day. I was so worried but it
didn't cause any problems. He still talks about it. Last night he
says "who flushed a binky down the potty?" I jokingly told him it
was me and he says "No. Maaaaybe it was me. Put it in the potty,
flushed it down the pipe. It is dirty from the poop and wet from the
pee pee"
Nice. Really nice.

Onward and Upward Little Dog!

I still can't believe a year has passed since you entered the world. This time last year, we were just getting acquainted face to face after sharing my body for what I thought was a bit too long. After my initial shock to discover that you were a boy, not the little girl that I had been expecting, I realized just how right it feels to be a mother to two boys.
In such a short time you have grown from being a tiny helpless little newborn, to the robust and feisty walking machine you are today. Your sweet nature melts my heart, as do your spontaneous hugs and wet kisses.
Any doubts I had about being able to love another child with the same ferocity that I feel for your brother have been completely wiped away. You are similar and at the same time so unique, I can't compare how I love you two. You are each such individuals and I love you both more than I can even express in words. Thinking back, I can't even imagine how our lives were without you. You are essential to our family, integrated in our very core.
As I watch you speed along from infancy to toddlerhood, I feel a little ache, knowing that you are my last baby. But that ache is tempered by the excitement I feel each time you make a new discovery, or develop a new skill. Your thrill in each accomplishment is contagious.
I love getting to know you, and I look forward to continuing to see your own personality emerge. Thank you little dog, for being my sweet baby. I love you more than you will ever know. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

The secret life of toddler food

How is it even possible that this morning, I was in clean freshly washed clothes, even after I got the boys dressed and ready for daycare but by the I got to my car I was covered in smashed banana (at least I *hope* it was smashed banana)? And we didn't even have bananas at breakfast? Is there banana lurking in my house just waiting to foil my attempts to make it out of the house in clean clothes? There must be, I can think of no other explanation.

I guess this is just part of being a mommy, you have to decide what is an acceptable ammount of crap on your clothes. I decided it was hardly noticeable if I wiped it off with a baby wipe. In my pre-kid days I would have changed clothes. Well, I also wouldn't have been covered in smashed bananas. How life changes.