
No, it’s not blood. Someone had fun with the ketchup while Mommy’s back was turned.
I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately, mostly in a research vein as opposed to reading for fun (although I do enjoy my research). Here are a few things I stumbled across today that really spoke to me:
Real, life-long security comes not from the barrel of a gun or from being able to spy on your fellow citizens like a Stasi informant; it comes with less harsh extremes of wealth and poverty and increased access to health care and education. -David Byrne
Take a bunch of wolverines. Throw them into a roaring F5 tornado. That’s a toddler. It’ll tear through your home, shrieking and whirling about, scooping things up and depositing them elsewhere. It’ll lose things. It’ll destroy other things. It’ll change direction in the hair’s breadth of a moment — “I’m doing this no now I’m doing this other thing wait what’s that over there.” -Chuck Wendig
Then last year, after my illness, turning 40 and most recently the death of a good friend, I realised that life is just too damn short NOT to be doing what I love. The planets kind of aligned, one of those epiphany moments. -Sophie Tallis (emphasis mine)
All three articles are worth checking out in full (I truly related to Chuck Wendig’s post – I have two toddlers of my own, after all, and have felt the pain of a Duplo block embedded in my foot that he so hilariously references). Happy Tuesday, y’all!
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I particularly loved the Chuck Wendig one, too. I have a picture of my son that looks just like that except it’s nappy rash cream rather than ketchup.
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MTM
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Cricket did the thing with the diaper rash cream one time, too, but I wasn’t bright enough to get a picture of the mess before I started cleaning it up like I did with the ketchup. Oh, toddlers.
Of course, it’s funny because it’s true. And someday, I’ll show that post to my kids. Possibly while they’re in the midst of their toddler-raising years. 🙂
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It’s amazing how, when there’s a toddler in your house, the phrase “I hit my head on the table” ceases to be Python and becomes fact.
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MTM
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Isn’t it the truth? 🙂
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